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Arthur Rohlik
Jon, I remember the solo and that I messed it up, not hitting the highest note. And if it was 9th grade or 10th... beats me. I know that 10th year was my last in band. High school Band that is. Already rebelling against being told "what to do when to do it what clothes to wear and go to football games" in order to play music I cast off the coronet and took up the guitar and that was the end of life as I knew it. Classwork and social engagement dropped to the bottom of my priorities. The guitar stayed with me and still I play every darn day. I am a little bit less withdrawn now although any party that does not include live music by me or played for me leaves me adrift. "WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO IF I AM NOT PLAYING OR LISTENING?"
Anyway, that was a long way of saying thanks for remembering me. And you, know, I think that it was Mr Al Dempkowicz'(sp?) band. He tried to get me out of my shell. The Pedro part included my pretending to nap through most of the piece, waking up to stand only to be shouted down by the band. Sigh. Being a kid is harder for some than it is for others.
Papa probably did tell me about the tennis match. He was mighty proud of playing, of teaching me to play and he mostly remembered how great it felt the first time we really played as evenly matched opponents. I dug that too. I had fogotten that I was a member of the jayvee tennis group. I never got into the competion aspects of the game, and I choked terribly when it was against anyone with a big drive to "win". I came to play, not to compete, and my resolve was what suffered. Tennis is a great game and I fantasize returning to it someday. The sound of a good game is pretty musical. Rythmic and articulate and -mostly- non-violent. Horeshoe pitchin' and bowling are pretty musical, too. But maybe, that could be just me.
Best, Doc
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