A text used in a psychology class I took in the early 1970's had several photographs of people ranging from sunning themselves at the beach to bundled up on a park bench. They were all from an unusual January day in New York City where the temperature made it to the low 60's. Some stayed cold, some were exhilarated. A sister phenomenon, west coast style inverse to the calendar, was the first Sunday of the seasonal free shows at the park I mentioned for the last post. This is the first time I've made it for the first week. There were forecasts of possible rain and the look of it increasing as the evening went on.

Usually, even on a day the "veloes" (no one uses that cloud name!) have dragged mushy heels leaving, it's warm and the people-watching matches the musical interest. There is the liberation of feet, chairs, umbrellas, assorted "G" rated tossed items, and picnic goodies. Leashed dogs are welcomed and seldom get into trouble. Much of that was in evidence but more and more jackets and sweaters were worn and blankets on which owners usually were prone were drawn around more than a few.

The first act was a high school big band from just north on the nearby freeway. They played very well, the players being just a little breath placement on a few higher and lower notes away from further scaring some of us. The director said it was their last engagement before summer and indeed for several seniors their last day playing in this band. With all the booths and announcements the promise of summer activities rose like the climax of one of the band's instrumental soli, but to me and I know many more there was something autumnal about the scene.

Which was appropriate. When one hears the joy and structure of a young big band it is hoped the developing and participation such as during the "structured seasons" will continue. I tell people an enjoyable music unit seen in person is better than a cinema blockbuster; the summer months of renewal and easing back are enhanced by artists who develop also during the approximately 280 days of the year the atmosphere is a tad less escapist.

I don't see too many clouds outside as I type this and start to mobilize for a band practice. Bring the heat---so to speak.