Thursday, March 25, 2010
Jazz on a summers day
It would seem that Drum Corps Melancholy is setting in early this year. I was out in the yard raking, pulled a new trash bag out of the box and shook it out to open it. The wind caught it and it fluttered in the breeze... and suddenly I wasn't in my front yard anymore. I was on a field in Somewhere, USA in mid-July, waiting for the command to back it up and run the opener again. I was in Pembroke Pines, Florida standing on the sun drenched practice field at a Saturday camp. I could almost hear the distant call of bugles, the snap of a flag tossed into the air, the beckoning rap of a stick on a snare. But, no, just my front yard, wind chimes tinkling like mallets on a vibraphone. Is it June yet?