We have composed a new drum part for "His Words", by request of one of the contestants, which contestants are free to use in their performances if desired. They aren't required to use it, but if they do use it, they are free to modify it anyway they like. It is posted on www.portangelespianist.com/hiswordsdownload.
The wood block part might need to be performed by a separate percussionist than the drummer. The audio file on the webpage is only a rough approximation of what the real instruments would sound like. The sheet music PDF file is 31 pages in length because the drum part is shown in open score format, for clarity's sake.
The media is currently regurgitating all things Woodstock. Let me tell you about my experience at a different farm on the other coast...
I had no idea Woodstock was happening until maybe until a year or two after the fact. I turned 12 years old that summer, and my dad wanted to get me out of the house at every oppertunity. The first was when my dad registered me for a college class (he was the college's Registrar!). It was a typing class for secretarial students. So there I was, an 11-year-old boy amongst 20 other students who were all 18-20-year-old women. I could sense that they hated me because I could type as well as they could. I only got a "C" for the class, so I think the instructor hated me as well. A month later, my dad drove me 300 miles south from Port Angeles to my uncle Norman's hilltop farm outside Dallas, Oregon, which he had recently purchased. My uncle was a professional artist (painter, graphic arts), and was raised on a farm, so he knew what he was doing. One of his beautiful paintings is hanging in my living room; perhaps it'll be worth something someday. I spent the week on the farm with Norman (deceased), my aunt Donna (still living), and my 5-year-old cousin Aaron (a diplomat in the US State Department in DC) and 1-year-old cousin Marie (a nurse in Portland, OR). My uncle once got me out of bed to teach me how to butcher and clean a chicken since, as he said, "you never know when you'll be in stuck in a fallout shelter and need to know this". Norman no doubt learned his butchering skills from his father (my grandpa Sam), who had owned and operated a meat market in downtown Seattle in the '30s and '40s. Norman also sent me into the orchard to pick apples, for lack of any other job to give me. My aunt Donna (a nurse) was into health food before its time, but I didn't much like or even recognize any of the food served there, except for peanut butter and bread. Now, the only thing Donna remembers about me is that I knew how to play the "Can Can" on their piano, in all 12 keys. Aaron and I tried to keep the goat from escaping its fenced enclosure, with little success. Norman let me try to pluck a goose feather from a live goose (so that I could make a quill pen), much to his amusement.
At the end of the week, we drove to the county fair in Rickreall, where I managed to escape by myself for a while and purchase a badly needed soda pop.
My dad then drove me home, and seemed to understand my craving for a bit of junk food, for he stopped at a food mart along the freeway and let me buy anything that I wanted, and gorge on it for the remainder of the trip.
This happened during Woodstock '69, and is the only thing I think about anytime the subject of Woodstock is brought up.
Oh, I forgot to mention that at the beginning of the summer, I took a beginner's band class led by ... Ed! It was my introduction to the trumpet, and we produced all manner of horrid noises.
Dr. John, of "Right Place, Wrong Time" fame, has just passed away. That song evokes memories of the May of 1973, when my high school band took a field trip (including a ferry boat ride to Victoria) to Nanaimo, BC, Canada, to march in a parade. Unfortunately, while our band was goofing around playing basketball in an indoor court, I turned an ankle, and couldn't play my trumpet in the parade. My band teacher, Ed, had to take me to a clinic the next day (in our big yellow schoolbus) to have my ankle wrapped up, and then to a pharmacy to (as he was accustomed to phrase it), "get this mother filled". In the evenings, we all slept on sleeping bags on the gym floor. It was miserable (for me, anyways). I watched the parade on crutches, and rode home (and sailed home) with a headache, on the bus. Later, our local doctor in Port Angeles made disparaging comments on the (socialized) medical treatment I had received in Canada. Even later, in June, I rehearsed with our Summer marching band, in a walking cast, until the doctor removed it around the end of June. It was quite smelly. Then, in the fall, I ran on the high-school cross-country team...
Afterwards, I became even more skilled on the trumpet, playing in the Community College's jazz ensemble, also led by Ed.
During four years of Summer marching band, we marched in dozens of parades, including four years of SeaFair parades through downtown Seattle, both the daytime parades and the Torchlight parades. We particularly liked playing while under the Viaduct (soon to go away), due to the acoustics.
Then I went off to the University, forgetting my music theory professor's advice to "keep practicing". I lost all of my skills, sold my trumpet, and worked 35 years for Boeing. I gained many more skills in playing the piano, however. I have performed Dr. John's piano arrangement of "Pine Top Boogie".
After 35 Boeing years, I moved back to Port Angeles. Ed is still here, and encouraged me to take up the trumpet again. I did, and after four years of practicing, I'm considering re-joining our Community College's jazz ensemble (no longer led by Ed, who is now in his mid-80s).
Maybe it's "Right Place, Right Time" now?
So far, we have 17 registrants for the contest, and hope to see more in the coming months. This is probably enough to ensure a very successful contest, but there's room for more! We've used three methods of advertising for the contest, one paid and two free. All three have been successful to some degree. For the remainder of the time before the contest closes, we'll be returning to the first, free method. The difficulty in advertising for the contest, of course, is that the target population of our advertising is a small, highly-skilled subset of the Christian population, namely, worship bands and praise teams. We're not aware of a way to target only this specific demographic, but if any of you know of a way, please let us know.
To our registrants, thank you for registering, and best wishes on your video production!