Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Last limes on the Savannah

Well, since I've already posted the scores and Finals videos, it may seem as though those things ended the experience. I guess they did, sort of, in terms of the musical and other professional goals for this trip to Trinidad. However, the real endings for me were the environmental and social ones. In order to get our heads in the game, we packed our instruments and set-up in a parking lot adjacent to the Savannah in Port of Spain.

The change of environment changed the flow of daily life significantly (the whole point of the move) and signaled a kind of ending for me. Goodbye, San Fernando.

In between the intense rehearsals we had a chance to sit around and enjoy the last limes (Trini for hanging out) of Panorama 2013. A rehearsal break lime looks like this:

Because the performance would be all business I said goodbye to my friends during our last rehearsal breaks, too.

Me with accountant-by-day-and-tenor-bass-pannist-by-night, Warren.

When I first met Joshua, he could barely reach up and over his pan to play. Six years later he's up to my nose. His dad, Junia (pictured with me in the post about Semi-Finals), is quite tall, so I will no doubt be looking up to Joshua quite soon.

Ayanna Reyes, my friend and double tenor section leader, sporting Urkel glasses (google it). I'm not making fun, the glasses don't employ prescription lenses. She is really going for nerd-cute here (and pulls it off nicely, I think).

Last, but not least, a post-Finals goodbye with my dear friend, Lesley Ann (with me still in my Finals uniform). Lesley, the next time a Nigerian man on the internet strikes up a long term chat and invites you on a romantic holiday to Egypt, just say no. Seriously, don't even think about it (the photos in front of the pyramids are cool, though).

During longer breaks we wondered around to visit with and listen to some of the other bands that had set up camp near the Savannah. Most local players are not allowed to do this. Other groups think they might be "spies." Foreigners get a pass, though.

My favorite band to visit was the legendary Desperadoes from Laventille. They have the coolest 12-basses ever, an instrument they call the "rocket bass."

Desperadoes sounded awesome, too, in the rehearsals leading up to Finals. I missed their Finals performance (I was moving pan racks and packing up after Skiffle's), but I can't believe they didn't finish higher. Here's a few seconds of video of them from a day or two before Finals:

While liming with Emily Lemmerman, a Skiffle tuner and double second player from the U.S., we ran into the senior tuner of Skiffle (also a tuner for Desperadoes and a number of other bands), Bertrand Kelman (featured in an earlier post). I really like this picture of Kelman and Emily, the old guard and the next generation of tuners, standing under a glittery set of tuning hammers that decorated Desperadoes pan racks (their tune of choice, "Hammer Time," was an homage to the genius of pan tuners).

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