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End of the Season for Real

Saturday evening, my orchestra performed the final concert of the season. I may have said that a couple of weeks ago, but this time I really mean it. We performed a special program featuring the story telling of Vane Scott, a local guy who has written a monologue about the history of the American flag. Our orchestra conductor wrote the music that goes behind the story, and we performed it for a live video recording that will be sold once it's polished and edited a bit. I felt like it was kind of a now-or-never performance/recording because Mr. Scott is quite aged.

He has this voice, deep and smooth, that put me in mind of every educational film I ever saw in grade school--the History of Mesopotamia or How A Bill Becomes A Law or The Splitting of the Atom. The only difference here is that Mr. Scott's head piece was put together with duct tape--I'm not kidding.

While I tend to mock this presentation, it really is very well done. There is a bit of old-man humor in the story telling, but over all it's very good, and I believe I will order the DVD when it is produced. Besides, I might have a closeup. I doubt it, though, as brass players look a bit like pug dogs when they play. You really shouldn't take pictures of them during performances.

In honor of Mr. Scott, I would like to list the various occupations/vocations he has held over the span of 80-plus years. I hope my list is as varied and interesting when I am his age:

Navy combat veteran in WW2
Owner of a flag company
Decorator of Eisenhower's inauguration
Parade coordinator for the Pro Football Hall of Fame and Miss America Homecomings
Parade float designer and driver
Lounge singer
Big Band vocalist
Story teller

Comments

dive said…
And also "wearer of seriously bad shirt".
You must get the DVD, Robyn, and screen-grab any shots of you making funny expressions and post them for us.
What do you mean, no?
Scout said…
No means no, Dive, so forget it.
dive said…
Hee hee. I'm going to have to order one of those DVDs myself.
Sassy Sundry said…
He looks like a lounge singer.
Sounds like quite a guy although we seem to have a number of "story tellers" here in blog land.

when you order the DVD order a copy for me as well. :))
what is that shirt he's wearing? -reminds me of the episode of Seinfeld when Gerry has to wear the same kind of shirt when he appears on the tonight show.
Gina said…
I'm sure he is a very nice man, but he needs to ditch the person who convinced him to wear that shirt for his head shot!
Scout said…
It's so funny that you all are disturbed by his shirt. It's part of his early American costume--imagine it with a tri-corner hat, knickers, a big black leather belt, hose, and buckled shoes.

It is a bit like Seinfeld's puffy shirt, but at least he matches it with the full get-up.
Alifan said…
Robyn... ask Dive about a shirt in bright blue satin...tee hee as Ame would say...but must admit it was worn at a gig!!!!!!

Whoops...
dive said…
That's a dirty lowdown trick for a Mother to play!
I found that shirt lurking in my gig wardrobe a few years ago and it gave me the fright of my life!
Scout said…
Dive, I believe we are due a picture of this shiny blue shirt. What do you think?
dive said…
I think no does indeed mean no, young Robyn.
Alifan said…
Better not post that Robyn, my son would never forgive me, he is not happy about telling you!!!!but I thought he looked good at the time!again i will borrow Ame's Tee Hee...

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