The only reason it was sunny all weekend in Seattle is that I didn't pack my sunglasses. Why take sunglasses to Seattle? It rains all the time there anyway. It's just one more thing to worry about losing.
Thursday afternoon we arrived in Seattle, and settled in at Sea-Tac Airport for a nice long wait as other band members arrived. We then were shuttled via exotic chaffeur (ok, it was a bus) to Seattle Temple for a 4 hour practice. I like being the last percussionist to arrive on the scene; it means that all the equipment is already set up.
Practice involved reading through the pieces for the recording the next morning, and touching on a few tricky parts in 'Purcell Variations', a major work based on the hymn tune 'Westminster', which, ironically, is not attributed to Purcell.
Our luxious accomodations for the night were the Holiday Inn, which provided breakfast for us early the next morning. Friday morning was spent recording some items for a Christmas CD and also for the CSB's (no, the CSB, not Chicago but Canadian) 'Windows of the World' compilation. Friday afternoon we had a few hours to eat lunch and relax at a nearby mall (relax at a mall?), then back to Seattle Temple for a well-attended concert, followed by tear-down of the equipment and packing it on to the truck. At the concert I was suprised to see Roy Cornick (Mr. C), a theory teacher from Pine Lake days. How horrible we were in his class! I was suprised he was happy to see me!
On Saturday morning, the sight-seeing venture was dropped in favor of sleep. Off to Puyallup for a Saturday evening concert at the Nazarene Church. Set up of the equipment on the side of the band very close to some treacherous steps. This church featured a Starbucks-style cafe, which many band members commented on. The cafe is open before Sunday morning services, and does a brisk business. Tear down and pack the truck again.
Sunday morning we left the hotel, with bags in hand, and took our aluminum chariot to Tacoma Corps for the morning service. Set up and tear down at this point is science.
Back to the airport Sunday afternoon, and after many attempts by Mike to get on a flight, I boarded by Alaska flight, and he boarded his Southwest flight back to Oakland.
Home, sweet home!
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