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It's Official

If I can get away with declaring Saturday to be Italy Day, then I can get away with declaring this entire week as Steel Drum Band Week.

As odd as it may sound, our high school music program has a steel drum band, and it's good. It's not like a bunch of white middle-America kids pretending to be from Trinidad/Tobago. I suppose it isn't so odd when you consider Akron University has a well-developed steel band program that produces music teachers with thorough knowledge of the music and the instruments, but still--Ohio in winter and the tropics don't seem to mix at first glance.

Every year about this time, our steel band students are graced with a clinic led by Pan Ramajay, a professional steel band based in California. Three of their lead performers spend four days here and work with the kids, teaching them a few new songs. And on the last day, they all give a concert called Pantasia that is so unlike any high school music concert I have ever attended. It's a big giant party, and you leave feeling as though you have seen a professional group performing for you.

Well, this event begins this Thursday afternoon with the concert being held on Sunday evening. I have had a child in this group for at least four years, so I get to be a part of the whole experience through them. I have always been the kind of band parent who keeps her distance because band is about the kids, not about my reliving my adolescence through them. On this occasion, though, I indulge just a little.

It has been a tradition for the last three or four years that I host a small dinner party as Pan Ramajay and my music teacher friends as guests, so this Friday evening I will prepare a feast. I'll post the menu later in the week, and let you choose which recipe you would like to have. It's always fun, and my kids bring home a few friends who are practically giddy about getting to have dinner with these guys.

So, it's officially Steel Drum Band Week--break out a little calypso and give yourself a treat in this crappy February weather. Eye-eee.

Comments

dive said…
Oooh! Lots of yummy Caribbean recipes please, Robyn!
One of our regular tube buskers is a really hot steel drum player. When he plays, it's like a little bit of instant summer. A lovely sound.
Anonymous said…
Robyn, I like the sound of steel drums. Most tropical! I need your help adding a song to a blog I am working on. Sassy suggested you could help me figure out how to do it.
Scout said…
Sorry, Dive. The food isn't necessarily Carribean-a mix of all kinds of things. I'll post it tomorrow.

Prudence, I have recorded a few things using studioodea.com. It's a free recording thing that allows you to record and store whatever you want, and then it give you the code for placing the player onto your blog.
Anonymous said…
Thanks Robyn I will if I can manage to get it to work.
Anonymous said…
Well, my browser can find that site? Waaaa!
Scout said…
Prudence, try just odeo.com and see if, after logging in, you can work your way through to the creating and recording page.
I love the sound of steel drums. I went to berumuda a few times and they had some really great steel drum bands there.

I think it's all good any kind of music education. ENJOY!! wish I could be there.
Reminds me of a holiday in the West Indies...mmmm
dive said…
Mmm … And those guys who wander along the beaches in Antigua offering "Vitamin C for the Soul" (and don't pretend you don't know what I mean, Lynn).

Oh, and lizards …

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