A postscript to my post of 4-23:
On Tuesday, I grabbed my umbrella (afternoon thundershowers on Mayflower Hill) and headed for the Bixler Bandroom for an end-of-year recital by Carl Dimow's guitar students. As I headed for the door to Bixler, a guy in shorts and flip flops, a guitar case slung across his back, bounded past. I wasn't late.
These recitals come fast and furious this busy time of year at Colby. But once you're in your seat, perusing the program, you're very glad you fit it in.
This recital had a little of everything. Bonnie Raitt, bluegrass, Statesboro Blues, a Celtic medley, and even baroque guitar and renaissance vihuela (a guitar variation). The music was fun, the players earnest and focused. It was interesting to see the different types of music juxtaposed. How often do you hear "Love me Like a Man" and "Caprichio Arpeado" back to back?
Strings were plucked and picked, chords were strummed, thrree students (Maya Ranganathan, Jack Harris, and Dan Reeves) accompanied themselves as they sang. Feet (attached to friends, faculty, parents, visitors from Waterville, a staff member or two) were tapping.
When I talked to Dimow last month, he said one of his hopes when he teaches guitar at a liberal arts college is for music and musicianship to become part of his students' lives, not necessarily on a stage, but at home. At parties. In the kitchen. Music, he said, has been part of the human experience almost forever. It should continue to be, but in the age of iPods, will young people still want to pick up a guitar and play that first C chord?
They will, and have. Sitting in the band room, listening to Colby students' heartfelt versions of Fats Waller, Wes Montgomery and Luys de Narvaez (died in 1549), was profoundly encouraging. And a lot of fun. As I walked across campus afterward, I had a smile on my face and tunes dancing in my head.