Cain Park, of which I have posted before, hosted a free concert by the Glenn Miller Orchestra this past Sunday afternoon. We went with my mother-in-law, who loves Big Band music. I do, too.
It was a beautiful day, the kind you wish you could bottle up for use in February, when even those of us who like winter are sick of it. Temperatures were in the 70s, humidity was reasonable, there was sunshine and a lovely breeze. Perfect weather for Cain Park.
The concert itself was great. The orchestra’s small now, piano, bass, drums, 4 trumpets, 5 trombones and a woodwind section where everyone played clarinet and one or two (or even three) different saxophones. Didn’t see any soprano saxes — not that I’d have expected them — but there were altos, tenors and at least one baritone. As someone who spent a big chunk of their young life playing both clarinet and alto sax, I got a kick out of that part.
They played all the big songs you’d expect, except, IIRC, Chattanooga Choo-Choo, including Pennsylvania 6-5000, String of Pearls, Sunrise Serenade, and of course, my personal high-school nightmare (from the perspective of learning the fingering), In The Mood. I played the opening clarinet part from Gershwin’s Rhapsody in Blue in Lab Band, and I didn’t have as much trouble with that as I did In The Mood. Must be a mental block thing.
Anyway, a good time was had by all, and when they played American Patrol, they had all the veterans stand. There was at least one guy that I think was Vietnam, and several that were probably Korean, but most of them were Greatest Generation, including one gentleman in front of me who was 94 years old (gives me heart of grace on another matter). I wish Dad could have been there — I don’t think he ever got the acknowledgement he deserved. Miss you, Dad.