Wow. What a trip! Where do I begin? There’s easily over 40 photos here from the trip so I guess I’ll start at the top. As some of you know, before I headed off to the Midwest Clinic, I flew to New York to hang out a few days with my composer friend from George Mason University, Vincent Oppido. Unfortunately, God had a different plan. After a good 6 hours of flying beginning at 7:00 AM Arizona time and a layover in Chicago, we were just about to land in Long Island. It was about 4:30 PM on the East Coast and heavy fog had begun to settle over the airport. As we decended to land and could practically (barely) see the runway, our captain decided to pull up and divert us to Providence, RI. We were so close to landing!! So, two hours later, I–along with the rest of the passengers–were standing at a gate in Providence while Southwest waited for the weather report in Islip and figured out what to do. By that time, I had been traveling a good 12 hours and I just wanted to eat something and go to bed. So, I called my dad and found out that my aunt and uncle live only about 30 minutes from the airport! I gave them a call and they were extremely nice to take me in for the night.
Not only were they nice to give me a place to stay, my aunt also made a fantastically delicious homemade southwestern chicken soup! Just what I was craving after having airpot McDonalds on my layover in Chicago…
Their home in South Attleboro, MA is gorgeous. Their backyard is literally a government preserve. So, instead of eating and running back to try and find my way to Vinny’s house, they invited me to stay one more day since I don’t see them all that often. I was more than happy.
That Friday, we went on a short hike in their back yard. Yes, the preserve is their backyard. It was only too bad there wasn’t any snow or else it would have been just wonderful.
Other than that, it was nice to just relax for a day after being awake traveling for nearly 20 hours. Besides, I still had to figure out how to get from Massachusettes all the way back to Long Island!
Early the next morning, my aunt and uncle drove me to the bus station where I would take the bus into Manhattan and then jump on the Long Island Railroad to Hicksville where I would meet Vinny. I was just lucky enough to grab the last availble seat on the bus (otherwise I would have had to sit in the terminal for 2 hours for the next one… something I’m very glad I didn’t have to do after the whole flying thing). Eventually, after dropping my bags back at Vinny’s, we hopped back on the train yet again to head into Manhattan for the evening.
We walked the avenues and saw the usual sights and ended up resting our feet in central park for a very unusual sight: Santa Con.
That’s right. Hundreds upon hundreds of people dressed as Santa. We’re talking the full suit, boots, and everything. According to their website, anything less would be frowned upon:
“SANTA’S RULES:
- Santa looks like Santa. Holiday apparel is mandatory. A Santa hat is not enough. Get a Santa suit. Buy a Santa suit. Make a Santa suit. Steal a Santa suit. Get creative: be a Secret Santa, a Santasaurus, Candy-cane, a Reindeer, a Chanukah Chicken, a goddamn latke. Just don’t wear your fucking jeans.
- Santa acts like Santa. Be jolly. Belly-laugh. Let people sit on your lap. Give out gifts.
- Santa doesn’t talk to the press. “Ho-ho-ho” is good. “Publicity ho” is lame.
- Santa doesn’t get arrested. Please remember the FOUR FUCKS:
- Don’t fuck with kids.
- Don’t fuck with cops.
- Don’t fuck with security.
- Don’t fuck with Santa. (yeah, it’s okay to fuck Santa)”
That was fun to see… especially the female Santas. *growl* But sexy Santas wasn’t what we came to the city to see.
I had bought tickets to see Avenue Q!!!! That’s right! Finally, I saw the show live. I’ve just about memorized the soundtrack and watched everything about it I could find online so I was afraid that I would be bored by it. Not in the least bit. I’ve never seen a show or anything that kept the laughs rolling literally as frequently as Rodney Dangerfield. It was a great production and the book is just so down-to-earth and funny. There’s something about puppets saying “fuck” that just makes you want to giggle. But don’t think the funny just came from the dirty words. You must also consider the puppet nudity and sex scene.
Actually, in all honesty, the only reason Robert Lopez and Jeff Marx put in swearing (something very risque especially for a Broadway musical) is because people swear in real life and this musical is very much about real people in real life. Because of this, the swearing works without being a cheap laugh.
Of course we had to see the Christmas Spirit in the town! I know I’m ignorant about a lot of things but I never really realized that the Rockefeller Christmas Tree is… real. I know. I’m dumb.
It seemed that Christmas was in the air… along with this gigantic snowflake that hung over the street.
We also passed by a taping of Good Morning America. Turns out the Trans-Siberian Orchestra was performing on the show that morning so we stopped and checked it out for a few minutes.
Times Square was packed more than Disneyland. Vinny and I were lucky to even find a place to have dinner without having to wait for two hours. Thank you Applebees. There was probably a reason it wasn’t more than a 10 minute wait when we got there…
Needless to say, we had more than enough of the city that night so the next day we just hung at home. Vinny was practicing Rhapsody in Blue. God damn that guy is an excellent pianist! Makes me wish I was doing something more than playing Mario Cart on his N64 with his brother and sister the whole time. Remember that thing? The N64?
Tuesday we finally flew into Chicago for the clinic. I had bought a “Dunder Mifflin” snow globe at the NBC store in Manhattan a few days before and had it with me as a carry-on. Needless to say, again, I was accused of terrorism (I see a pattern here…). Actually, I didn’t even realize that my innocent snow globe was in violation of the new 3-1-1 rule for gels and liquids regarding carry-on luggage. No bother, I just ended up checking one of my bags with it. All that for my snow globe…
By the time Vinny and I got to our hotel, we were starving! We didn’t really want to spend time looking for a place around town to eat so we just ordered room service. I know room service is usually extremely expensive but damn, this was the best sandwich I think I’ve ever eaten. Well worth the money!
The Hilton where the convention is hosted was just beautiful. This is the lobby:
The first night, I attended a rehearsal of Shadow Rituals by the Vandercook College of Music Symphonic Band under the direction of Dr. Charles Menghini. The group was huge sporting about 17 trumpets, 21 clarinets, 8 horns, 9 trombones, 5 euphoniums, 6 tubas, and a slew of percussion!
The students were really nice, too, especially Kenton, Fabian, Rebecca, Brandon, and the girl who shouted out if I was single (I am, by the way). It’s always really humbling to be greeted so politely and enthusiastically by my peers. I mean, half of these guys are younger than me and half of them are older than me. It was very nice of them and I was really flattered that they enjoyed playing my music. Thank you Vandercook for making my first Midwest awesome!
When I wasn’t listening to any other groups performing or catching Vandercook’s rehearsals, I was hanging out in the Manhattan Beach Music booth (828 - 832). Bob Margolis had asked two guys, John Darling and Kevin Jedele, to manage the booth. The guys were a lot of fun and really nice. John has written several articles for MBM’s latest publication, the MBM Times.
Kevin was a hoot, too–hilarious all around! In fact, I had tickets to go see a Second City show Friday night and asked him to join me. We had a great time. I’m really thankful to these guys for letting me do more than just stand around at the booth meeting and greeting people. 
I felt akward and useless if I wasn’t handing out issues of MBM Times to various people or helping people decide which Frank Ticheli work they haven’t played yet or handing people an iPod to peruse a score with.
I didn’t know I actually knew so much about Manhattan’s catalogue but now I know even more. I lost my voice and ended up getting sick over it but I would do it again in a heartbeat.
Of course, Frank Ticheli showed up to meet and greet as well. He was very busy signing his autograph to loyal fans and speaking with people from Japan and Germany and just about everywhere but I did manage to get in a few words with him.
We were also able to get a photo with him: three prize winners! It was actually just announced that day that Frank had received the National Band Association William D. Revelli Memorial Award for his work Symphony No. 2! We were all very excited for him. Jodie Blackshaw (left) was the other Frank Ticheli composition contest winner for her grade 1 work Whirlwind. I spent a lot of time with Jodie and she, very much like Kevin, was hysterical and so much fun to be around. She is from Australia, after all.
We waited so patiently for our scores to come in. Yes, the very first print editions were rushed from the printers. So fresh they were practically still wet!
But maybe that’s just because it was raining and foggy out most of the week…
The artwork for Jodie’s work was particularly beautiful. Many people complain that Manhattan’s music is on the expensive side of things but you really get a high quality product. These guys really put a lot of effort into making even the scores look like a work of art.
The next night, I went to another Vandercook rehearsal. They sounded even better that night! It’s hard to believe that, because Vandercook is the hosting college for the Midwest Clinic, that a majority of these kids were volunteering their time with other events all day on top of rehearsing with the group from 9 PM until midnight (and I thought I had a long day).
Here’s video of the performance!
All in all, it was a great concert and a great experience. I can only hope to go again next year!
By that afternoon, the rain and fog had cleared up and revealed a beautiful day but the clinic wasn’t over just yet.
I ended up running into my former band directors, Jon Gomez (right) and Rob Lubbers (left), on their way to the Deer Valley Jazz Band performance (go Arizona!). 
Most of the kids in the band were 9th and 10th graders and damn they could swing! It was really amazing how mature this group was. I could never play jazz the way they could. But then again, I could never really play jazz :-).

What a great nine days of my life… except for those few travel days. I’m very happy to be home and inspired more than ever.