More Reunion Stuff

We went to our fourth, and final, Police reunion concert a few weeks ago. It was fabulous and we were very sorry to see it end. However, I'm ready to see Sting move on to something new. His last solo album was Sacred Love in 2004. It would be nice to hear something original from him now.

George Michael will be in Houston next month. Suzanne, Morgan, and I can't wait. It will be great to see him, but even better to be with my two favorite girls. Now that our kids are older, Suzanne and I are really hoping to have more chances to do things that aren't so MOM oriented. It has been ages since we had the chance to go out together just for fun.

We have decided not to make the long trip to north Texas for my music class reunion. These were kids I studied with from about the age of 10-17. We didn't necessarily take regular classes together, but orchestra, band, music theory, ensemble and chamber music, choir and vocal training, etc. I was always with this same group of about 150 students.

I was particularly looking forward to seeing our teachers again. Amazingly, they are all alive and well. Orchestra conductors are legendary for their longevity. I suppose this group of 10+ octogenarians are solid proof. But, I haven't seen most of my fellow students since I went to college. My girlhood best friend, Darlene, and I were able to get back in touch after about 15 years. That was really wonderful and we are planning to see each other sometime soon. She is a grandmother of 3 and owns her own business in Ft. Worth.

The weird part about the music school reunion was that I just don't remember most of the other students. Several have posted recent pictures, and I wouldn't know them from strangers. It's sort of a relief not to go as I can imagine embarrassing myself all evening. In the picture above, I'm the first student on the left. I remember the girl standing next to me but don't even recognize the names of the other two. I can remember composers, pieces I first learned to play as a kid, music theory, concerts which I attended and those at which I performed, as well as thousands of other details of what I learned, but not who I was with. How does that work?

I have a fairly advanced student at the moment. He is a member of a rock band, but wanted to formalize his music study. Because he is interested in composition, I've had to pull out material I haven't used in years. It all seems perfectly natural and comfortable. Yet the faces of my classmates from the time I first used these concepts aren't familiar at all. Memory is a strange thing.

At least I remember what is most important. My true love and BFF, Suzanne, my closest friend in childhood, Darlene, and of course Sting and George!


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Now playing: The Police - Demolition Man
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