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?