Thanks to brilliance of administrators (or, more likely, fire code), grade school performances segmented into two separate events: Gingerbread Spectacular of yesterpost, and - for those of us whose children straddle lower and upper grades - a second celebration last night.
Second program primarily a showcase for extremely patient music teachers' weekly instruction efforts. Opportunity for parents to evaluate return on investment in instrument rentals and private lessons. Several parents may have freed up $29 in monthly budget by end of the night.
On the other hand, some truly moving numbers and several budding talents in the mix. Couldn't help but admire spunk and passion of band instructor.
(Admiration for band instructor a tiny bit distracting. Music men, you know. Je ne sais quoi.)
A valiant attempt, overall, to be festive and inclusive. And yet...
Having heard "Good King Wenceslas" played on every instrument, slightly edgy during FOURTH offering by chorus.
A little fuzzy on logic of teaching my child to sing "Shalom Chaverim" and "Dona Nobis Pacem." No foreign language program in curriculum. Pretty certain she had no idea what she was saying.
Kids didn't really pull off left-leaning anti-war ditty, disguised as song about "peace", slipped in right before sing-along. Punchy eleven-year-olds hopped up on candy canes maybe not best messengers for cloaked political agendas.
Couldn't help but wonder at reality of my own childhood holiday shows. Always believed that something grand was taking place, whether or not my parents agreed. Can only hope that this phenomenon perpetually repeats itself.
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