I watched my son’s middle school music concert with tears streaming down my face. I know what you’re thinking. Really? But it’s a middle school music concert.
I know, I know. But I also that know that my dad would have really loved this. He was a huge fan of jazz music. He played the clarinet and I grew up listening to all different types of jazz. The funny thing is, my son was not a big jazz lover until very recently, after my father passed. Now he listens to jazz all the time with ear buds in his ears on his iPhone, snapping his fingers and tapping his toe. Now it feels almost as if my dad is living through my son somehow with this jazz connection. Or, it’s in the genes or something.
There’s also another huge factor. My son’s middle school jazz band is top-notch. One of the best in the country, in fact, as rated by Downbeat Magazine. His music teacher John A. Zimny (his initials are JAZ!) teaches at both middle schools in the area in the town of Folsom. My son wants to play in the jazz band next year. His instrument is the baritone horn. This past year, he was in the Advanced Band. He plans to practice all summer and audition in the fall. I sure hope he gets in. I was absolutely blown away by the talent of these musicians at this concert.
Most of all, I was touched by their devotion to their band teacher and to each other, and to their high level of commitment. If you ever have an opportunity to support music in the schools, please do! It’s worth every penny and they need many more pennies.
Many of the students spoke during the concert to thank Mr. Zimny for giving them the best year of their lives. One even said she loved her jazz band more than her family. Sorry family! These kids of both middle schools traveled together by bus, competed against each other and, for the final concert, both bands were on stage playing together. It was grand and what a sound!
Music has such a unifying power and their teacher told the audience that when you set the bar a little higher, you would be surprised what these kids can do. They not only met the expectation, but they went beyond and took things further than he ever thought they could.
During the concert, my son watched in awe, snapping his fingers like he does and typing in the names of the pieces they played on his phone.
The next day, my son gave a presentation of a poem he wrote for his English class. I was so touched by it, I wanted to share it here.
The Rhythm in My Head
As I walk through the world
I see a rhythm to things
like a way of life
while with the snap of my fingers
and the blow of my horn
I form a picture of
the world around me,
A picture full of sound and
beauty where the rhythm just won’t
Then I open my eyes and realize
the world is just too quiet.
If you want to take a listen, here’s a bit of the jazz band with Mr. Zimny conducting.