Every time we play the Benjamin Britten, I imagine all these terrified and traumatized children that’ll be forced to sit through it’s cannons and artillery instead of the Magic School Bus reruns they watch when teachers run out of things to teach. Those poor little elementary schoolers won’t know what to think! My dad was a perfect example tonight; he came into the balcony after his trip to Subway, but during the frantic trumpet shouts and percussive whiplashes he made his way to the front row and leaned over till he looked about ready to fall out. He was surprised to discover that written (and published) music could sound so spontaneous and ‘messed up’.

Come next Wednesday, I figure we’ll either ignite musical fires in the minds of these kids, or bomb the piece so bad they won’t know where to rebuild.

Hannah Dexter, Bass, Asst. Principal

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