Maybe Carlson's replacement should have staged Bach's Magnificat afterwards, and then the Oboe would have a more prominent place.
In my HS (first of the two I attended), there was a Choir and a Estudiantina (a students ensamble with Guitars, Mandolins, Venezuelan Cuatro, and... well, I entered as a guitar player, and on the second rehearsal I saw the double bass lying on the instruments room, and I fell in love with it instantly, I was 13 and had been studying music and playing guitar for about 4-5 years already. So, after a couple months the group had also a Bass Player in me). The repertoire was mostly Folklore and popular Latin American tunes, so nothing strictly academic here. Although in the conservatory I first studied there was an orchestra, I never joined it (I regret it now), and in the music school I went afterwards the staff were mostly young Berklee and GIT graduates (EARLY 80s, direct Diorio and Roberts alumni) which encouraged the formation of small groups, but with no formal School Ensemble. Anyway, on my HS the Jock wing was almost The Entire School, and the small space the Choir and the Estudiantina shared, had no facilities whatsoever, nor SR of any kind (The school's theatre, looking somewhat like a small Spanish Zarzuela theatre from early 20th century, had the likes of a mid-sized Home Stereo with a small microphone mixer. This in the early-mid 80s, at one of the biggest public schools in the very heart of an Oil Producing Country's capital city, mind you!). This group reunited earlier this year, 26 years after the last time we played together (which was in 1986) for a school's anniversary event, and had the opportunity to play again under the baton of our very same conductor back then, a renowned local Choir conductor and composer. It felt nice not to have forgotten the tunes, the feel... but most of all to compare the Then and Now feel of it, with all the water passed under the bridge. It was my start as a bass player, too, and therefore was significant. The old double bass is still there, but WAY TOO BEATEN OFF even for me to be played (It's hard to describe, broken headstock badly fixed, cracks on the sides, replacement bridge unadjusted and therefore WAY TOO HIGH for playing anything on those (yuck!) RUSTY STRINGS!. I swallowed hard, and got ahold of my trusty Gallien MB200 and one of my basses, and did rehearsals and the show on this.
At the second HS I attended, there was a Marching Band only, no other music program whatsoever, and those guys insisted more on military formation than the music being played. The Band's storage room had several trumpets and trombones, even an Euphonium and a couple marching Tubas, which nobody played, since nobody seemed to have the slightest musical education. It was mostly drums, three girls playing xylophones, and the two instructors and a friend of them, on two trombones and a trumpet. Then it happened what had to happen... As I entered the storage room (again...) I fell in love with the Trombone, and I found myself learning Trombone, and the basics of Trumpet (and LOVED the Euphonium! I still want one!), and devised a way to teach the oh-so-basic tunes to a couple friends, by drawing the piston's positions, so we grew a little in the Horn Section. The instructors knew I was a formal music student, and so they drew me out of the military formation practice every time to help me improve on the instrument, and we ended up always talking about Jazz (It was the 80s... these guys were the ones to introduce me to some part of the fun I was missing, until then I was all about DiMeola, Metheny, Ponty, Corea, or more traditional sounds like Brubeck, Davis, they game me loads of cassettes with Spyro Gyra, Watanabe, Bob James's and GRP Big Bands, Ritenour, and of course... FLIM AND THE BBs!).
I ended up quitting the marching band after a year, when I got tired of the older guys trying to get military on me. Heck, by then I was already earning money making music, and was not interested at all in following nobody's orders, when I could be enjoying the music I made ... and its benefits. . And to think I wanted to play Bob James's Touchdown with the marching band...
