This image is from my days in high-school. I am in the first row, second from the left. We were the Marion Jazz Band and we just finished our performance for a jazz weekend at Central Michigan University. The weekend consisted of a judged performance and several clinics. I cannot recall if we did well, but I do remember having fun. The gentleman in the middle of the first row is Mark Johnson, our music teacher who graciously indulged our youthful enthusiasms of wanting to play in a big band jazz ensemble.
It’s worth noting that we belonged to a small school in rural Michigan–a far cry from what many would consider a hive for musical prowess. That being said, we did our best with what we had.
Sometimes it’s good to recognize where you came from to know where you’re going.