For a short time in 8th grade, I asked to try the euphonium. (I was in the 1st Trumpet section.) The director issued me the same model all the advanced band kids received, which was a Besson Imperial 3+1 comp. All our tubas were also 3+1 Imperials. The youngr kids were issued Olds bent bell "baritones" with three valves.
In high school, halfway through 9th grade, I asked to try the tuba.
(I did this as a favor to the 9th Grade Band's only tuba player, who moved away right before contest and asked that I cover his tuba parts so he would not feel guilty.) My director issued me a "white rat" Conn 22K from the early 1970s. Over on TubeNet, Marty Neilan quoted me in a post from decades ago, and despite "the great post purge" done by the current "cyber slumlords" a part of my post survived in that quote.
the elephant wrote:My first experience playing a tuba was when I switched over from trumpet and was sent to a practice room with one of the more beat up white rats, a tuner, a metronome, a pencil and a copy of Ebby's Scientific Method for BBb Bass. I thought the thing was pretty cool. But when I was ready to make my debut with the band I walked into the hall with one of those wonderful silver horns. I was hooked on tuba for life that day. I had never been happier.
It made me happy to see something from my twenty-four years of posting in that community that has survived being cancelled.
Anyway, once I was ready for my big debut with the band, the 22K went home to be my practice instrument. I was issued a beautiful, silver plated 1964 Conn 14K sousaphone. I loved that thing.
When I moved up to the "A" band in 10th grade I kept the two sousaphones, was issued a second "white rat" as a home-use horn, and a 1968 Mirafone 186-4U. This was in 1980, but all of the instruments were in immaculate condition. They had never been overhauled; the kids back then had a DEEP RESPECT for the equipment we were allowed to use FOR FREE (no "rental fees" no "band fees") and we took super-good care of all our instruments.
We used the "white rats" for marching band rehearsals at all times except for game or performance days. We used the nearly dent-free silver horns for all performances. This helped to prevent wear to the moving parts and the plating and cut down on opportunities for us to bang them up.
Since our football team was always in the Texas playoffs, our marching season usually ran through Thanksgiving. Between then and Christmas break all we did was sightread heavy band literature, play Bach chorales, and work in that book by Nilo Hovey. Right before Christmas break we switched to concert instruments and auditioned for the Wind Ensemble and Symphonic Bands. There was a Concert Band, too, when we had enough players. My tuba in the Wind Ensemble was issued to me at that time in 1980. It was a very nice example of a 1968 Mirafone 186-4U BBb that was undented but very scratched up, missing several patches of lacquer in the usual spots. I loved that tuba and played the thing to death.
Later, when I became the section leader in 12th grade (1982), I was issued a BRAND NEW (made in 1975 but never issued to a student and still in the plastic bag in the still-new-smelling wooden case with BROWN Tolex). I took that thing all over Texas for contests and festivals that I participated in. It was so nice to have a "new" tuba. Chem cleans were still not that common back then in my school system, so all my tubas tasted like 20 years of school lunches—you know, that "school tuba taste" that we all hate) and this one was up to that time UNTOUCHED, not even any scratches.
The director was so worried that I might try to keep the horn (thanks for that vote of confidence, Mr. Vanderhider) that after the TSSEC in Austin, he came to my house to take it back. School was out, I had graduated, and I had no car to get it back to the school, so he swung by the house to make sure I didn't decide that it would be easier to just keep his "new" tuba.
Nice.
Whatever.
He and my mom hated each other, so this may have been more directed at her rather than me, but I was dismayed to make the two mile walk home from my job at Pizza Hut to find him sitting on the front stoop. He was sort of a "creepy old dude" and my 14-year-old sister would not let him come in because she was alone in the house, heh, heh…)
So those were my firsts, instrument-wise. I hope someone got some entertainment from seeing how things were done back in the day. I never paid one cent to be in band. I had to fund-raise constantly because we took a lot of trips. But that was it. We had top shelf instruments, we used them for free, and we took amazing care of them. We even received classes on care and maintenance. ALL of us were expected to clean and service our horns, and if one of them broke we had to turn it in with a repair request form and it would be picked up by the music store road rep and brought back when the work was completed, with the SCHOOL DISTRICT footing the bill—NOT the booster organization.
Good times, good times…
Here I am with my best friend in the world back then. He is wearing my mom's "aqua mask" and I am, of course, modeling the bell of that first Conn 22K the very day I brought it home, so this would be when I had become ready for my first band rehearsal after my self-guided tuba-learning misadventure and had the silver 14K issued for school use. About an hour after this photo was taken my sister had dumped the contents of my sock and underwear drawers into the bell. This was taken in the Spring of 1980. I had been a tuba player for about three months, having switched from trumpet in December of 1979.
