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no...not "that" HAIR...
THIS HAIR...

1973 - `74 Memphis Youth Symphony Orchestra...


(Someone posted this on fb, and tagged me.)

A FEW THINGS:

The principal trumpet is (per custom) on the LEFT end of the section.
Look IMMEDIATELY south of him...
THAT'S Mrs. bloke !!! (principal bassoon)
At that time, the two of us had never spoken, but I had noticed (difficult to not notice) her two-inch-diameter round-lenses eye-wear.

now...Check out the 2nd trombonist - with the naturally super-curly hair (white-guy) "afro"...

Immediately to the RIGHT of Mrs. bloke, is the 2nd trombonist's identical TWIN brother - with an IDENTICAL wild "afro".
According to Mrs. bloke, he never spoke...not ever. ' possibly wasn't pleased with the seating arrangements...(??)

Everybody wanted to be a Hippy!!

My trouser cuffs were wide, and the bell-bottoms were as well...
I didn't wear those crazy "stacks" shoes, because I was already taller than the average bear.

Three Valves wrote: ↑Mon Dec 06, 2021 6:29 pm Everybody wanted to be a Hippy!!

LOL...

My sister just stuck this one up (apparently, a scan of one of those trendy "fingerprint-resistant" photos)...
...probably from the same year...

...loading up the fiberglass 36K to go somewhere and play something (??)

My Mom would let me drive that '71 Catalina of hers (with 400 cu. in. engine) by then...


bloke "At that time, I was still a (working - mostly: behind my parents' back, and passing for 20-something at cocktail parties/etc.) guitarist, and - still viewed 'tuba/sousaphone' as a 'class at school', rather than as a 'musical instrument'."

I was doing the Mrs. Bloke bassoon thing at that age, and tuba was just something that seemed like a better choice for football band than carrying a flag.

I was already in and out of Memphis Symphony by 1973 but the Hair was definitely a thing then.

Fortunately, you seemed to be rocking more of a John Sebastian look than the Charles Manson!!

yeah...exactly...
...and I was recruited to play the bass in my school's jazz band.
me: OK...one-note-at-a-time/bass clef or chord changes/strings stupid-far-apart/only two r.h. fingers, and not even the r.h. thumb/no prob.

bloke "I also THOUGHT that we might blow off those jazz band rehearsals sometimes (last hour of the day) and I could go home early, but we NEVER blew them off..and it ended up being the OPPOSITE:

When I would skip school with a friend, we would actually sneak ON TO the campus for the last hour, so as to not f-up those jazz band rehearsals.

(bLOKE SKIP DAYS ROUTINE SCHEDULE:
Go to the grocery, buy two 15-cent/lb. chicken thighs and a small bucket of ice cream. Put the chicken on the grill - banked coals - but in a donut pattern to avoid burning the chicken, play tennis, go swimming - washing off the tennis sweat, eat chicken and ice cream, sneak on to the campus for jazz band, go back home.)

Please excuse bloke from school, yesterday. He was sick.
- Mama bloke

I was one of those people who (in high school) barely graduated in the top 10% of my class (360 seniors), never studied (who cares about THAT crap...??), and with achievement test scores which always prompted counselors and teachers to call my Mom and tell her to put me in A.P. classes...my Mom: "If you can get bloke to do ANYTHING that he doesn't want to do, all power to you." (yes: really)

jtm wrote: ↑Tue Dec 07, 2021 10:18 am I was doing the Mrs. Bloke bassoon thing at that age, and tuba was just something that seemed like a better choice for football band than carrying a flag.

My hair performance is pretty poor these days.