I am sitting here on the deck of our catamaran, Makaru, with
the sun beating down on me and the nice easterly breeze keeping me from being
too hot and watching the sun playing on the water and I have to grin because crammed
in my head and heart is our pan experience this year in Trinidad. Carnival is over. We are very tired and
drained. We have played pan literally night and day for 5 weeks. Have been home
maybe 2 nights the whole 5 weeks. We have stiff shoulder and aching knees. But,
I grin. Only in Trinidad would most of these things happen - period, and
certainly happen to us. We feel filled up and we feel lucky.
Last year, George and found a band to play with, called
Harvard Harps. It was a great find for us because it is a group of mostly older
folks, like us, who play for fun at Carnival time and they have a truck, or old
school bus chasse, which they play on during the Carnival parades. We joined
with them last year, played and enjoyed ourselves immensely. We were looking
forward to joining them again for this Carnival season, but when George came
down here in December, he reported that sadly, the band had lost its base
players, both of them, so no practicing, and some doubt as to whether we would
play at all this season. In spite of the efforts of several members, they could
not acquire a base player, so we were prepared for not being able to play this
year. This was a very early Carnival date
and the date for the preliminaries for Panorama, the National Steel Band
Competition, was Jan 7th. So,
too late for us to hope to get in a Panorama band. (Read more...)
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