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infrogmation) wrote2005-09-30 11:42 am
infrogmation) wrote2005-09-30 11:42 am
The Wurst is Over
Interstate 10, which had closed areas Houston through Lake Charles LA, is supposed to reopen Monday, which means we can take the shorter quicker route to go back home. Yay!
Got a buncha stuff from Home Despot to take back home for the cleanup. Depending, after I get home I may be needing to make more daytrips or 2 day trips back out for such stuff.
Yesteday night I went to Scholtz's, an old German immigrant Beer Garden from the mid 19th century. I was invited to sit in with "The Wurst Band". It was a big group, some 8 trumpets, 3 other trombones, 2 tubas, drums, assorted reeds, etc, that plays for beer Thursday nights (although curiously this was their last one, as they don't do it in October-- go figure). Apparently this is the closest thing Austin has to a Tumble. Who shows up varies. I seemed to be the only one who didn't know most of the pieces by rote &/or was able to sight read their part. I tried to beg off on the German polkas and marches which I didn't know at all, but was encouraged to dive in, and thus occasionally was able to make the Wurst band just a little worse. Ms. Hollie said the whole agravation had the sound of too little rehersal and too much beer. I had fun however. There were several music books which the leader called tunes from. A few were clearly beyond the band and fell apart and were cut short. We played some Wagner-- hey, I've heard this one in a Bugs Bunny cartoon, though Carl Stalling's arrangement was a bit diffferent. In honor of yours truly being a guest, a they called a couple of tunes like "Way Down Yonder In New Orleans" and "Panama". One of the musicians who also plays Dixieland warned that the arrangements were very square, which was accurate. On a couple I did my best to drag forward in temporal hepness to about 1916 or so. Some of the results occasionally reminded me of Tom Brown's recordings with New York studio groups. Each of the three sets ended with a very loud version of "In Heaven, There Is No Beer" to prompt delivery of fresh pitchers. It wasn't jazz, but it was fun, and the Austinites could hardly be any nicer.
Tomorrow Saturday is a music festival to benifit New Orleans musicians which will be iin South Austin.
Sunday we have our private jam & soak party at a friend's.
Monday, proably take care of any final errands, get some groceries for ourselves and for our gracious amazing hosts, and perhaps one last Tex-Mex meal.
Austin area internet aquaintances are hereby warned that chances possible IRL meetings are in limited supply; grab 'em while you can.
Got a buncha stuff from Home Despot to take back home for the cleanup. Depending, after I get home I may be needing to make more daytrips or 2 day trips back out for such stuff.
Yesteday night I went to Scholtz's, an old German immigrant Beer Garden from the mid 19th century. I was invited to sit in with "The Wurst Band". It was a big group, some 8 trumpets, 3 other trombones, 2 tubas, drums, assorted reeds, etc, that plays for beer Thursday nights (although curiously this was their last one, as they don't do it in October-- go figure). Apparently this is the closest thing Austin has to a Tumble. Who shows up varies. I seemed to be the only one who didn't know most of the pieces by rote &/or was able to sight read their part. I tried to beg off on the German polkas and marches which I didn't know at all, but was encouraged to dive in, and thus occasionally was able to make the Wurst band just a little worse. Ms. Hollie said the whole agravation had the sound of too little rehersal and too much beer. I had fun however. There were several music books which the leader called tunes from. A few were clearly beyond the band and fell apart and were cut short. We played some Wagner-- hey, I've heard this one in a Bugs Bunny cartoon, though Carl Stalling's arrangement was a bit diffferent. In honor of yours truly being a guest, a they called a couple of tunes like "Way Down Yonder In New Orleans" and "Panama". One of the musicians who also plays Dixieland warned that the arrangements were very square, which was accurate. On a couple I did my best to drag forward in temporal hepness to about 1916 or so. Some of the results occasionally reminded me of Tom Brown's recordings with New York studio groups. Each of the three sets ended with a very loud version of "In Heaven, There Is No Beer" to prompt delivery of fresh pitchers. It wasn't jazz, but it was fun, and the Austinites could hardly be any nicer.
Tomorrow Saturday is a music festival to benifit New Orleans musicians which will be iin South Austin.
Sunday we have our private jam & soak party at a friend's.
Monday, proably take care of any final errands, get some groceries for ourselves and for our gracious amazing hosts, and perhaps one last Tex-Mex meal.
Austin area internet aquaintances are hereby warned that chances possible IRL meetings are in limited supply; grab 'em while you can.