High school was a great ride. I liked the schoolwork* my friends* the band* DeMolay* and my other activities* but it bothered me that Hot Springs’ schools still weren’t integrated. The black kids still went to Langston High School*
oil painting which claimed as its most famous alumnus the legendary Washington Redskins back Bobby Mitchell. I followed the civil rights movement on the evening news and in our daily paper* theSentinel-Record* along with Cold War events like the Bay of Pigs and the U-2 incident with Francis Gary Powers. I can still see Castro riding into Havana at the head of his ragtag but victorious army. But as with most kids* politics took a backseat to daily life. And apart from Daddy’s occasional relapses* I liked my life a lot.It was in high school that I really fell in
oil paintings love with music. Classical* jazz* and band music joined rock and roll* swing* and gospel as my idea of pure joy. For some reason I didn’t get into country and western until I was in my twenties* when Hank Williams and Patsy Cline reached down to me from heaven.In addition to the marching and concert bands* I joined our dance band* the Stardusters. I spent a year dueling for first chair on tenor sax with Larry McDougal* who looked as if he should have played backup for Buddy Holly* the
china oil painting rocker who died tragically in a bad-weather plane crash in 1959 along with two other big stars* the Big Bopper and seventeen-year-old Richie Valens. When I was President I gave a speech to college students in Mason City* Iowa* near where Holly and his pals had played their last gig. Afterward I drove to the site* the Surf Ballroom* in neighboring Clear Lake* Iowa. It’s still standing and ought to be turned into a shrine for those of us who grew up on those guys.Anyway* McDougal looked and played as if he belonged with them. He had a ducktail hairdo* crew cut on top* long hair greased back on the sides. When he stood for a solo* he gyrated and played with a blaring tone* more like hard-core rock and roll than jazz or swing. I wasn’t as good as he was in 1961* but I
handmade oil paintings was determined to get better. That year we entered a competition with other jazz bands in Camden in south Arkansas. I had a small solo on a slow* pretty piece. At the end of the performance* to my astonishment* I won the prize for “best sweet soloist.” By the next year* I had improved enough to be first chair in the All-State Band* a position I won again as a senior* when Joe Newman won on drums.In my last two years I played in a jazz trio* the 3 Kings* with Randy Goodrum* a pianist a year younger and light-years better than I was or ever could be. Our first drummer was Mike Hardgraves. Mike was raised by a single mom* who often had me and a couple of Mike’s other friends over for card games. In my senior year Joe Newman became our drummer. We made a little money playing for dances* and we performed at school events* including the annual Band Variety Show. Our signature piece was the theme fromEl Cid. I still have a tape of it* and it holds up pretty well after all these years* except for a squeak I made in my closing riff. I always had problems with the lower notes.My band director* Virgil Spurlin*
oil painting reproductions was a tall* heavyset man with dark wavy hair and a gentle* winning demeanor. He was a pretty good band director and a world-class human being. Mr. Spurlin also organized the State Band Festival* which was held over several days every year in Hot Springs. He had to schedule all the band performances and hundreds of solo and ensemble presentations in classrooms in the junior and senior high school buildings. He scheduled the days* times* and venues for all the events on large poster boards every year.
My band director
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