Hey guys. I did get out shooting today and another range report will be had once I clean all the residue offa me and the guns.
I probably have told this story here before, so I hope I tell it the same way this time, so I don't look senile. This is one of the great moments of my school years.
47 years ago I played the bull fiddle, pizzicato, in Carp Minnesota; and my girlfriend played the piano, backed by a 16 member jazz choir. This was our first public concert, and well, ya can't start at Carnegie Hall. We started in Carp MN, population, almost 300. (The orchestra pit at Carnegie holds 300.
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Carp is on the north edge of Minnesota, straight down from the great lake of the woods.
It was the most culture they'd ever had, except Canadian TV. (US TV didn't reach Carp.)
We did
Bourree for Bach, from the jazz folio
The Baroque goes Bop.
I was so nervous I played the whole piece perfectly.
Double-time!
Shocked though I was that I'd done this, I still hit the first beat on the second half and did it again, double-time.
Because it was Jazz, it somehow sounded great. I had doubled Bach's expectations at the tender age of 16, but by the end I was exhausted! The GF was impressed, the audience clapped, and I was on the freakin' moon.
Later the director said it was our best performance ever, and that having an audience was the key.
Uhhhh . . . yeah. Maybe, but I think it was the adrenaline.