The Who’s Tommy is the first live performance I saw. It started with a solo trumpet, followed by several tubas. Then the entire field started moving.
In a few short weeks I’ll be returning to my alma mater to realize how I came to love fall.
Camp is over, practice starts at 4:40. 6:10 and we are called to the podium.
Eyes with pride.
It’s so hard to describe. I watched the innaugural video tonight. I was more moved by the 1997 version of Tommy–the first show I saw where the band performed.
I saw my friend, one year older, past color guard captain, a role I had taken on, in that sea of red, now white.
Sure, you can listen and see the band here. But you can’t feel it the way I do.
We performed it my graduating year. It’s never the same. You’re always being compared to the older class.
My old roommate is now ‘back in my life’ whatever that means. Right now I don’t know what to think. I just know that my memories are kept alive by the music.
I can’t wait to see it in the flesh on October 21st.
I can’t even comment on the percussion either.
Yes, I’m one of the blurry girls!
But not the year I did it. This is the version I was referring to. 1997 edition.
1994 version, not that I can tell the difference because they sound this way today.