This past weekend, Scarlet Fever Band played for the wedding of Mary Mason and Drew McClure. Scioto Country Club is already beautiful, but, with a tinge of fall color starting to take over the trees, it was breathtaking.
The slight chill in the autumn air was a nice break after the marathon summer we’ve had, but it was also a nagging reminder that “wedding season” has come to a close for us in 2019. This was a great event to go out on, though. It was an entire day of music for yours truly.
I got to play the music before the ceremony itself, held on the lawn between the clubhouse and the golf course; then Jason and I did a Jazz-duo set on the patio during cocktail hour; followed, of course, by the full ten-piece band rocking the night away indoors. We had three first-timers sitting in: Michael Cox on saxophone, Kie Watkins on trombone, and Todd Hamric on keyboard. All three are monster musicians, blending seamlessly with our sound and groove.
Mary and Drew’s friends and relatives were in the mood to dance from minute one, which, as I’ve written numerous times before, makes all of us even more happy to be a part of the big day. From the first note I played while guests were seated for the wedding, to the huge ending of Footloose, our final tune of the reception, I had nothing but fun.
A big thank you to Scioto, too. The turkey “bandwiches” were fresh and delicious. If I’d felt like throwing one at Aaron, it would have bounced off him harmlessly. As it happened, I was pretty hungry and didn’t feel like throwing it, but still.
Okay, so obviously that paragraph hints at an inside joke, one of dozens, taken from the lore built from over fifteen years of playing with most of these folks. Maybe the autumn air, signaling the end of SFB’s year of wedding and private party gigs, also makes me feel extra nostalgic about all the shows I’ve done with these amazing friends, with whom I’m honored to play music, night after night, year after year.
That cool, autumn air makes many people feel wistful, perhaps remembering that beginning-of-the-school-year blend of nervousness and excitement. A new school year in grade school, high school, or college—starting again with renewed vigor and purpose; looking forward to all that is to come. As I drove home with that unmistakable autumn scent blowing through my truck’s windows, I was thinking about both the end of our gig schedule for 2019, and also about restarting in 2020.
For you, Mary and Drew, I hope that each year, when you first feel summer heat giving way to autumn air, you will think about the night you married one another. I hope you’ll be as thrilled about the year of marriage you’ve just celebrated, as you are about the prospect of starting the next one. Congratulations, and best wishes to you both!
The slight chill in the autumn air was a nice break after the marathon summer we’ve had, but it was also a nagging reminder that “wedding season” has come to a close for us in 2019. This was a great event to go out on, though. It was an entire day of music for yours truly.
I got to play the music before the ceremony itself, held on the lawn between the clubhouse and the golf course; then Jason and I did a Jazz-duo set on the patio during cocktail hour; followed, of course, by the full ten-piece band rocking the night away indoors. We had three first-timers sitting in: Michael Cox on saxophone, Kie Watkins on trombone, and Todd Hamric on keyboard. All three are monster musicians, blending seamlessly with our sound and groove.
Mary and Drew’s friends and relatives were in the mood to dance from minute one, which, as I’ve written numerous times before, makes all of us even more happy to be a part of the big day. From the first note I played while guests were seated for the wedding, to the huge ending of Footloose, our final tune of the reception, I had nothing but fun.
A big thank you to Scioto, too. The turkey “bandwiches” were fresh and delicious. If I’d felt like throwing one at Aaron, it would have bounced off him harmlessly. As it happened, I was pretty hungry and didn’t feel like throwing it, but still.
Okay, so obviously that paragraph hints at an inside joke, one of dozens, taken from the lore built from over fifteen years of playing with most of these folks. Maybe the autumn air, signaling the end of SFB’s year of wedding and private party gigs, also makes me feel extra nostalgic about all the shows I’ve done with these amazing friends, with whom I’m honored to play music, night after night, year after year.
That cool, autumn air makes many people feel wistful, perhaps remembering that beginning-of-the-school-year blend of nervousness and excitement. A new school year in grade school, high school, or college—starting again with renewed vigor and purpose; looking forward to all that is to come. As I drove home with that unmistakable autumn scent blowing through my truck’s windows, I was thinking about both the end of our gig schedule for 2019, and also about restarting in 2020.
For you, Mary and Drew, I hope that each year, when you first feel summer heat giving way to autumn air, you will think about the night you married one another. I hope you’ll be as thrilled about the year of marriage you’ve just celebrated, as you are about the prospect of starting the next one. Congratulations, and best wishes to you both!
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