It's a festive weekend for us. Full of music.
For Kerry, that means Tuba Christmas.
Apparently, Tuba (and euphonium, aka baritone horn) players gather all around the world, to play Christmas carols, arranged for low brass. For once, they get to play something that doesn't just "oom-pah", and *gasp!* even get to play the melody!
Well, they have to, because this is low brass, and all low brass.
Loads of fun, people, loads of fun.
I know, you might not want to buy a CD of nothing but tubas,
but you'd probably like Tuba Christmas :0)
The conductor is from the local university. She plays tuba herself.
In fact, she has a music group of all tubas.
They're called Heavy Metal.
I've never actually heard them, but they've been described as being "as eloquent as singing whales."
That's meant to be good. Interesting good.
Like Tuba Christmas.
Trust me, you'd like it :0)
It's a sunny day, so she's wearing her shades to conduct.
They had a great turnout this year!
And there's my baritone player, tooting away.
And all the little grasshoppers, with Gramma and Grampa Grasshopper.
Oh, and PS... my brilliant son brought his camera, as instructed, and then left it in the car.
A fact which I realized only as the performance was about to start.
There was no way I was fighting my way through the shopping maul, to the parking lot, and back again, so these photos were graciously provided by my sister and her cel phone.