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What You Leave Behind -or- Making It Happen

A bit of a prologue for you now:

A few days ago, my good friend and colleague Heidi Sarver wrote this:

48 hours ago I wrote: ‘You made us better.’ You = George Parks. And he did, in fact, make ALL of us better – those who were part of his world, as well as those who ARE part of his world via the next generation. … Maybe some of us took that deep breath and realized that the best way to honor our teacher, mentor, friend and cohort was to take the reins in hand and ‘really make it happen.’ … ultimately the bottom line is this, he made us better…and we will make the next generation better.”

That is what Heidi Sarver wrote.

[You do not need to go cue up Copland’s “Lincoln Portrait”. In fact, please don’t. -Ed.]

She didn’t know that she was actually writing the intro for this post – a post that I had mostly finished shortly before she hit her own blog’s “publish” button. My head snapped back a little bit when I read her words, and realized that. Well … if you associate with people long enough, you may find that you’re able to finish their sandwiches …


Earlier this summer, I did my annual Drum Major Academy tour … ten days full of helping high school folks try to figure out that whole high school band peer leadership thing. Ten days’ worth, also, of hanging out with a staff full of people whose teaching chops I hope one day to emulate.

Shortly thereafter, I took to this space, and noted that for some reason, a considerably greater-than-usual number of DMA students had taken to heart our staff suggestion: stay in touch this fall. Let us know how it’s going. The number of high school drum majors with whom I got to work in July, who have since Facebook-friended me, is in the neighborhood of twenty, which would officially be at least ten times the usual. (Add in some of the collegiate staff assistants, and … I got me lots of new friends.) Maybe it was the extra time we spent in TV rooms during late-afternoon tornado warning, I don’t know …

Social media has turned out to be an easy way to see how everybody’s doing, as the fall marching season kicks into gear. Lots of photos have been posted online, of DMA students (and collegiates) in full drum major regalia for their first performance, or in an Ellen DeGeneres-style selfie on a band bus … and, this particular summer, there were lots of video clips of whole bands accepting the Ice Bucket Challenge.

As it turns out, a lot of these folks aren’t just good conductors and teachers … they’re pretty expressive writers, too. Anywhere from very funny remarks about how nervous they are about Show #1, to very sweet thoughts about how much they love their bands following pre-season camp … some are Tweet-length, and others involve paragraph indents. It’s been instructive.

This week, though, a lot of the folks who experienced the George N. Parks Drum Major Academy took a moment to post thoughts about its founder, on the fourth anniversary of his passing. Mostly, they were appreciating things they’d learned and how they were already able to utilize them in their jobs as drum majors.

A testament, no doubt, to the people who have now taken up the DMA instruction responsibilities that Mr. Parks had assumed, for all those years – the lead clinicians who show the students our version of the about-face, who dole out the Starred Thoughts, who wonder who’s going to win the marchoff (“or will it be a rookiiiiiiieeee?…”), who command the kids, “detail: wash the dishes!” in front of their parents on the final DMA day … the folks who “really make it happen”.


In the spirit of “show, don’t tell” … below are some snippets that I’ve scooped up from my Facebook news feed. (I haven’t asked any of their authors for permission to print them here – so they’re listed anonymously. If you’re curious to know who said what … you’re quite welcome to ask.)

Some of the authors address the online reading audience:

“George N. Parks was, is, and always will be absolutely spectacular.”

“So this upcoming Friday, I want us all to march a little bit taller, salute a little bit stronger, kick out our heels a little bit further, and make sure to show, for once, just a little extra bit of enthusiasm in honor of him. We won’t let his legacy die.”

More often, they’re addressing Mr. Parks himself:

“Even if all I can do for you is play music and try to teach and inspire just a few others, it’s a task that I will take up.”

“I feel your energy every time I get excited for band practice. I feel you when it’s a tough day at practice and I’m really struggling, when suddenly I am flooded with a wave of enthusiasm. I would not be who I am today without you and your teachings.”

“I hope you know how much you changed my life…”

“It has been four years since you have left this earth, and we all dearly miss you. But the legacy you left for all of us will continue to last for the rest of time.”

“I will go and reread your words, your starred thoughts when I’m having a bad day or need inspiration and it brings me right back to Mahar and the Student Union.”

“Thank you Mr. Parks, for letting me be part of your legacy. I wouldn’t be who I am today without it.”

“… the impression you left on me, as well as the thousands of other leaders, will last a lifetime.”

“You’ve touched all of our lives and pushed us to be better. You still inspire me so much to this day, and will forever.”

Here’s what strikes me about all these thoughts: the people who wrote them had never met the guy.

Video clips, yes. The particular cadence of a marching command or a GNP turn of phrase that DMA staff members use, themselves, without even thinking about it? Yes. … But in person? No. Never met him.


With that tiny little detail in mind, have a look at some other snippets of sentiment that have caught my eye this month:

“He was truly an inspiration to us all, even though few of us if any, ever met him.”

“I hope you know how much you changed my life—even 4 years after you passed away.”

“I know we never had a chance to meet, but in a way, I feel like we did.”

“I never knew you personally but you still left a huge impact on me.”

“So here’s to a man I never had the honor to meet, and changed my life more than anyone I know. Always with pride, just like you taught us.”


Okay, that’s a legacy. If the man had ever harbored any doubts about that … well, he shouldn’t have.


One last thought from one of my new friends. He or she (doesn’t matter which) might not have any idea how much it is The Kicker. Are you sittin’ down? …

“Thank you, Mr. Parks, for everything you did for all of us. Thanks to you, marching band is a magical place for everyone. …

I can’t wait to meet you some day.”

“Do you remember the first time you saw your high school band? You saw that drum major up there on the podium, bigger than life … and you said, ‘I want to be there someday!”, didn’t you?…” [Image courtesy A. Lane]





September 19, 2014 Posted by | band, DMA, drum major, Facebook, GNP, marching band, social media, Starred Thoughts, teachers, Uncategorized | , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

It’s Not Me … It’s Not Me … It’s Them

So, as my Facebook news feed has been making unequivocally and poignantly obvious for the last twenty-four hours or so … the membership of the UMass marching band community is marking the fourth anniversary of the passing of George Parks.

That community, the group that is paying its proper respects, includes UMassers from the present, from the recent past, from the more distant past, and, as I’ll write about shortly, possibly from the future.

Last year, along with the appropriately somber tone, I noticed a distinct air of goofiness – lots of stories were recounted that emphasized the fun and humorous times we experienced with Mr. Parks (and by the way, thirty years removed from my freshman-year band camp, that’s still what I’m most comfortable calling him) – or that we experienced as a result of his assembling us, in various combinations, over the years since.

Leaping into campus ponds … dropping marbles … responding to Vivaldi’s Four Seasons … talking about making audiences want to throw their babies … being borne away in helicopters …

Not so much, this year. Not sure if this is because we’ve calculated that it’s been a full presidential administration, a full Olympic hiatus, since we lost him … or, for some of us, maybe it’s the calculation that the marchers who were in the UMass band during that scary Michigan weekend four years ago are all Out In The Big World now … or what … but something has made a lot of people very quiet and pensive.

Quiet and pensive” is not necessarily the dominant impression that you got from George Parks if you saw him in performance, whether you were a band show audience member, or you were a DMA student, or you were playing touch football with him on the quad in front of Old Chapel.


wherever I read that word, I hear my internal monologue speaking it in Mr. Parks’ voice. At the top of his voice.

Once, early in my time as a UMasser, my parents supposed that if you could harness his energy, you could power a small town for a long time. Yes, if you were in the right place at the right time, you might witness a snippet of evidence that in fact, Mr. Parks was not that intense performer all the time. He was a human being with just the same moments of quiet and tired and thinking it over as anyone else … but when he was in public, and on stage in whatever form, he was ON and you were inspired, challenged, to rise to his level of ON.

For many of us, it can feel like a steep challenge to live up to that standard absolutely all the time, in spite of “Starred Thought: Put everything you have into everything you do” and “Starred Thought: Raise your hands as high as you can. Now raise them another two inches. … That’s what’s wrong with your life!”

Quite a long time ago, I overheard a couple of people having a conversation, and I don’t remember exactly where or in what context it occurred, but I do know that it didn’t involve anyone I know especially well. The subject was marching band shows, and one side of the conversation made reference to Mr. Parks: “yeah, he’ll get up on the podium and conduct. He’s got three drum majors who can conduct just fine; but he takes one of the tunes and conducts it himself.” The implication was clear – is he that full of himself that he has to be seen leading the band?

I understood that these folks weren’t UMass band members – well obviously! – and I also was aware that it’s true: the majority of high school and college band directors leave the conducting of field show performances to their drum majors (the better to get up high in the stands and assess what’s going on, so as to plan the next rehearsal).

Have you seen that guy conduct, though?


He enjoyed himself.

He clearly loved being in front of a band, making music along with them. And he possessed skills which allowed him to communicate that love to his band unmistakably … and to the audience. As he used to say to us: “play your show as if you were saying to the crowd, ‘you’re gonna love us, whether you like it or not!’”

And the average person in the world might be forgiven if they thought perhaps he might have been just another of those conductors who most of all loved being in front. When he turned around after the final hit of a tune, threw his hands in the air and gave out with that Reading-Buccaneer-drum-major “haaaa!”, it could have looked for all the world like “lookit meee! Wasn’t I great?”

When we were on the field behind him (and, in later years, as band alumni who wished our knees were in better shape, so we could still be out there), we knew Mr. Parks was a focus for the audience’s applause, and we knew very well that he saw himself as a conduit – thank you for applauding for the great band kids behind me who just melted your faces!

In this world full of ego, and self-promotion, and utter lack of shame … it’s easy to see how some people might think such a conductor was taking that applause all for himself. After all, there are all those jokes and true stories about maniacal orchestra conductors who ruled their groups with iron fists but happily caught all the thrown bouquets, yes?

And then, very recently, I saw this photo of Mr. Parks at the end of a tune, having thrown his hands in the air and looked at the crowd with a look of I dare you not to go crazy. And I realized that it was the image I’d been looking for, the image which described perfectly what was really going on.

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Look carefully at his hands. They’re not fists. Well, they mostly are … but look at those thumbs.

Look where they’re pointing.


They’re pointing at his kids. And they always were.

We’re his kids. And we always were.

And we always will be.

September 16, 2014 Posted by | band, GNP, marching band, Starred Thoughts, UMMB | , , , , , , , , , | 7 Comments

The Problem With Boycotts

Death seems to come in threes, they say.

I find that so, occasionally, do other things.

In the last couple of weeks, I’ve discovered three opportunities to respond to a current event in the same way – namely, the act of consumer activism named after Irish land agent Captain Charles Boycott.

But in one case, I’m going to find it difficult. But necessary. But difficult.

Event 1: On August 26, Burger King Worldwide merged with the Canadian multinational restaurant chain Tim Hortons to create the world’s third largest fast-food restaurant company. The new company is headquartered in Canada, which means that plans to move its corporate headquarters to Canada. One benefit of this move for Burger King is that the corporate tax rate in Canada is considerably less than that in the US.

Many economic activists immediately called for a boycott of Burger King restaurants. Their point: yet another corporation goes overseas (or in this case, over the border) to avoid paying American taxes, while still enjoying all the benefits of doing business in a nation that seems unable to uncouple itself from fast-food consumption.

All right, I said, I agree with ya. Corporate greed, and all that. Boycott BK! Do it now!

Problem: my own personal Burger King consumption totals about six onion rings a year. So, not much economic impact results from me walking away. Nonetheless, power to the people, and all that.

Event 2: On September 8, during a segment of the Fox News Channel’s morning news talk show, “Fox & Friends”, the producers ran the TMZ-released video of former Baltimore Ravens running back Ray Rice punching his wife Jamay in an elevator (a blow which left her unconscious). The release of this video had led to Rice’s being cut from the Ravens, and suspended indefinitely by the National Football League.

Friends” co-host Brian Kilmeade joked … which was the first big problem, but I shall continue … Brian Kilmeade joked, “I think the message is, take the stairs.” He was suggesting that Rice’s wife would have been wiser to be in a place where her husband could not punch her. Or something like that, I presume. Co-host Steve Doocy followed up with his own punchline, so to speak: “The message is, when you’re in an elevator, there’s a camera.” As in, if you’re going to beat your wife, do it somewhere where there isn’t a camera to record your actions and get you in trouble. Be smart about it, man.

So, the stairs might turn out to be an option, right, Steve?

Just prior to those remarks, the two television personalities had compared the incident to other instances of domestic violence among famous persons, but really seemed intent on assigning blame to the abused, at least as much as to the abuser. Rice’s wife “still married him” after the incident that had been caught on the surveillance recording, Doocy noted, when the couple was merely engaged. “Rihanna went back to Chris Brown right after [he assaulted her]; a lot of people thought that was a terrible message,” Kilmeade pointed out.

Let’s set aside momentarily the fact that Fox News Channel does a poor job of separating its news-coverage content from its opinion and commentary function. (Bill O’Reilly and Sean Hannity clearly each do an hour of commentary every weeknight. Over on MSNBC, when Keith Olbermann ran his nightly “Countdown”, often he he called it a “news hour” and I would cringe just a little, since although he did name one of his segments “Special Comment”, being who he was, he often also tinted his news coverage with plenty of his own raised eyebrows, skeptical tones of voice, or outright opinions. I cut him a little slack since [1] I have always enjoyed his work, [2] he was a career journalist to begin with, and [3] yeah, I admit my politics and his lined up more often than they didn’t. But he wasn’t reading straight news right off the Associated Press wire, either.)

Let’s also set aside momentarily the fact that when I see and hear either of these two television talking heads working on Fox News Channel, I am reminded less of journalists and more of bags of hammers and boxes of rocks.

But the Fox News Channel let these guys say things like this, and then responded to the relative firestorm of criticism that erupted within hours of that “Fox & Friends” segment with this statement from Brian Kilmeade (which took inside of fifteen seconds to accomplish): “Comments we made during this story yesterday made some feel like we were taking the situation too lightly. We are not. We were not. Domestic abuse is a very serious issue to us, I can assure you.” (One online commenter suggested that to prove that FNC felt that intimate partner abuse is a serious issue to them, they might have pitched this morning’s previously planned rundown for this morning and spent the entire three-hour show addressing it.)

For those two moments by themselves, I feel it’s appropriate to boycott Fox News.

Problem: I don’t watch them anyway. I have a hard time watching them for more than about 30 seconds before feeling like I need to change the channel in order to feel clean again. Either that or it’s amateur hour over there, and our local cable-access channel folks have their acts somewhat together by comparison. Losing my single-person viewership isn’t going to change Fox News’ lives; and not watching them isn’t going to change mine.

Event 3: … is Event 2 again.

TMZ released video that showed Ray Rice knocking his wife out during an argument that occurred some time ago.

Shortly after the video went public, the Baltimore Ravens terminated Rice’s contract and the National Football League suspended him indefinitely.

Speaking of Keith Olbermann! … here are excerpts of his commentary about the NFL’s response to reports of that incident, and suspicions that the NFL had previously seen evidence of Rice’s behavior and responded, shall we say, tepidly and ineffectually – and with an eye more toward their sport’s brand than toward actual justice:

We begin tonight with the unavoidable and simple truth that, intentionally or by neglect, the Atlantic County district attorney’s office, the Baltimore Ravens, the National Football League and Roger Goodell conducted a cover-up of Ray Rice’s brutal assault on his then fiancee on February 15. There is no other conclusion possible.

Each body, each leading individual involved, came to a judicial conclusion about what had happened to Janay Palmer and what should happen to Ray Rice. And each, through deception or incompetence, misled the public, damaged the efforts of every man and every woman seeking to merely slow down the murderous epidemic of domestic violence, and made a mockery of the process by which those who batter those who they claim to love, are be brought to justice. …

And despite the obsession of the moment, it does not truly matter whether they had seen this video before today. The league, the team, the prosecutors, either whitewashed Ray Rice’s brutal assault without having seen this video, or they saw the video and whitewashed Rice’s brutal assault anyway. …

Mr. Casse and Mr. Newsome [Ravens management] put the meaninglessness of their own team’s financial and on-field success ahead of the safety and well-being not only of Janay Palmer, but of every woman in the country now threatened by a man who, because of how they covered for Ray Rice, is a little more more confident of he can get away with it. …

Commissioner Goodell, as I first said on this program on Aug. 1, must resign. If he will not do so, NFL owners must fire him. Mr. Goodell’s ineptitude has not merely rendered this football season meaningless and irrelevant by contrast, it has not only reduced supporting or watching football to a distasteful, even a disrespectful act, but most importantly it has comforted the violent and afflicted the victim. …

And lastly, I accuse us, all of us, executives, players, fans, reporters, of failing to draw a line in the sand when one was needed most. Any games played by Baltimore without its executives and the Commissioner having been dismissed, and without Ray Rice being permanently banned by the National football League, must be fully boycotted by all of us. If not, we become accessories after the fact.”

I am in complete agreement. A number of people have written online about boycotting the whole enterprise.

Problem: actually there really isn’t a problem. For many people in this country, myself included, watching pro football is a regular part of autumn and winter life. Very often, Sunday afternoon activity is scheduled around “when’s the game on?”

I love watching those New England Patriots, especially since the team acquired management that knew how to assemble and coach a professional athletic team in ways that make it something other than a laughingstock. Maybe their ownership and management will make a statement distancing themselves from their league officials, criticizing their priorities, repudiating their tepid response to this important issue. Maybe. I’m not holding my breath.

Admittedly, in this space, I did chronicle a great deal of my worry about the long-term and permanent effects of head injuries on the participants in this fast and brutal sport. And yet, this past weekend, I took a look at parts of at least three week-one NFL games on network TV and, I am embarrassed to report, did not once even think the phrase “oh, head injuries, ow ow owww”, let alone speak it aloud.

But this, I think, is different.

In both these cases – the concussion issue, and the domestic-abuse issue – the NFL has been shown to have acted in the interest of the maintenance of its own brand and with the awareness of its own financial status, and not in the interest of human decency and social justice.

I thought perhaps the head-injury kerfuffle at the end of last season might be the thing that eventually brings this league down. I think I’m probably wrong.

I’m thinking perhaps this Ray Rice thing should be the thing that at least brings down this league’s current leadership. I hope I’m right, but I think I’m going to be wrong. The NFL is too big a financial juggernaut – and too big a cultural one, as well. It will survive because too much money is at stake for too many stakeholders for it to not continue. (When a league proposes a policy wherein entertainment acts pay for the privilege of performing at the Super Bowl halftime, and next to nobody blinks … that’s proof, I think.)

I hope someday I turn out to be wrong about that.

When I started writing this, I thought the punchline (darn it! Try again) I thought the line at the end would be something like, “It’s going to take work to kick this pro football habit, but as the great Frank Sinatra once sang, ‘I’ll try, by God, I’ll try.’”

Turns out I was wrong about one part of that.

At least in my case, I don’t think it’ll take work.

September 9, 2014 Posted by | celebrity, civil rights, current events, Famous Persons, football, journalism, media, news, sports | , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment