I started at BK in the Fall of '65. We had no drummers and worked
very hard to build a small line. I remember the Band had little talent
and Ray wrote The Music from the TV Show [ Ben Casey] It was easy,
but a good
Arrangement. I must have taken part of '66 off because Guy Ianello
was teaching for a while. However, I was there in '67-'72 for sure.
I was married in Sept '67 and Father Waite gave my lessons to become
before the Wedding and Brother Tracy is my God Father. They both attended
-Doug Kleinhans (Drumline Instructor
Along with many, many incredible memories of participating
in the musicals, color guard, and concert band, one in particular
stands out as an example of how understanding and patient Mr. Shahin
was when one of us wanted to 'play' music. My senior year, after
participating in a lot of music related activities at BK, I really
wanted to be in the concert band since marching season was done.
I had played violin from grade 4 through 8, and really wanted to be
part of that kind of music group again. I begged Mr. Shahin to teach
me how to play the upright string bass so I could participate in the
band. When he could have easily turned me away, he instead gave me
a few lessons after school during precious 'spare' time and I joined
the concert band that year -- it was so wonderful. I continued
to play the bass in folk groups, both in church and community venues,
at "Hootinanny's" (sp?), first with Kearney grad Debbie DiBiase Turbide
'67, then with another local group at coffeehouses around town, and when
I turned twenty, I purchased my own bass, named him "Fred" (in honor
of the bass in the band room! - remember?) and to this day, play him
every week at our 9AM Mass at church here in El Cajon, CA, east of
San Diego, CA., and occasionally at other events as well! Along
with that, music has been my 'hobbie' as I have raised two sons, Jason,
age 20, and Kevin, age 18, with my husband here in California. I
took up the flute for awhile, am currently taking singing lessons,
and have been in the 'chorus' for over 8 years in musical productions
put on by a semi-professional theatre group here called "Lyric Opera
San Diego", where they do what I call light operas and heavy musicals.
I was first in "Fiddler on the Roof", and have done shows such as
"The Merry Widow", and several Gilbert and Sullivan operas. It has
been an amazing experience -- they draw chorus members and minor roles
from the community, but use 'equity' and professional actor/singers
for the main roles, and I have met some great and talented people
both from here and across the country -- such fun! All of this
began with musical roots at Kearney, under the direction and tutelage
of Mr. Shahin (and Br. Heathwood). From the bottom of my heart, "Thank
You!" -- and see you all at the reunion.
- Eileen Kennedy Brown '67
We led the NYC St. Patrick's day parade in a snow storm.
The weather was so cold that by the end of the parade our proud band
was pretty much reduced to drums, bells and squawks. In the brass
most valves and slides were frozen and in the wind sections keys were
frozen in place and saliva frozen in the finger holes. Back on the
bus afterwards, we sat around and
physically pried the color guard's fingers off their flags. They were
virtually frozen in place. Those girls were tough....
- John Kelly
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"First Major road trip, marched in St. Pat's Parade in NYC,
led by Drum Majorette Melanie Cowan and Color Guard Captain Sally
Morrisette. and master trumpeter Tom Tuzzeo"
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Spring Concert 1967
Twirlers start up (or was it 69?) and add sparkle and grace to
band, under direction of Ms. Doris Britt" (And suffered the most
cold cold March days!) NYC for St. Pat's again, and we marched lots
football games--for the Bills, the Toronto Argonauts, the U of R....
"We all thought we were Democrats, but we played for Nixon in
Pat Walsh had a typical Upstate reaction to NYC and hung a full
white Irish moon out his window in the Hotel New Yorker.
Spring Concert 1968
"First trip to Ireland!! We marched in Dublin, Waterford, Cork,
and drove to Tipperary. We ate oxtail soup, we watched George Bernard
Shaw play on
HARD chairs, we watched Irish school dancers and we kissed the Blarney
stone. It took too well for some of us! Sleep deprivation set in as
band members proved their party animal spirit"
- Kathe Kilmer '70
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In December of 1969, I had the worst luck I have ever had. On the
first Tuesday of the month, I had an accident with the '67 Falcon
- the car went into the shop. (Mrs. Bonsignore told the cop that it
wasn't my fault.) The next Tuesday, I had to drum for the twirlers,
so I stayed at school and walked down to the Tops store. (Remember
that? It was down about where the Irondiquoit Mall is.) On the way
out, I fell and wound up with a whole lot of stitches. After I was
discharged, I insisted that my parents take me down to BK, so that
I could tell the twirlers that I had not abandoned their practice.
When I walked in, it was the nicest memory I have of BK. All the girls
were worried about my injury. (By that time I was swollen, but still
presentable.) That same night I had to explain to Br. Crane why I
didn't have My lab reports done.
- Jay Vee '70
"STATE CHAMPIONSHIPS!!! Marifran Kraseski led the band, Marge
Cramer led the color guard, and Joanne Spiegel led the twirlers, and
the trumpet section soared led by 69'ers star players Joe Galante
Keown, and not to be outdone class of 70's George Conte and Gil Smith
and many more!"
"The Clements family keeps the color guard on beat with Doris
Clements as moderator, and son Jim as drummer."
In 1969 we were four and four (snares and tenors). In 1970, we were
three and five (snares and tenors). I think, when I inherited the
line, we had five or six snares, and the rest as you remember. That
was one of the proudest times of my life. I was being PAID to write,
and my compositions were being performed. I was loving life.
The Tri-Toms were actually Tri-Bases. Remember "La Bohem"
- duh duh di da. (Ascending eighth notes <grin>) I think that
we actually came up with the idea - we didn't have enough people to
populate the base drums. So - turn two into horizontal bases and let
some fool carry three. If I remember, you were going for a tuned base
line of about five. We wound up with only three players. ('68-'69
was a short year for talent.) As I remember it, Mike B. Tom Erb, and
rest of us got together in the summer of 1968, and built the Tri-Base
from 'stuff' we had around.
I have many memories of the BK Drumline. One of the best memories
I have is that my eldest niece wound up being head of the drumline
in the late eighties.
-Jay Vee (AKA John Vogt)
Memories of Dublin, 1969-1970
My very first menory of Dublin was the reception we were treated to
just after we arrived in Dublin from the plane. They served us hot
tea and biscuits, and they sure tasted wonderful! I remember that
they poured hot tea and hot milk in equal amounts simultaneously from
identical pots. This was the first time I felt that the Irish considered
us quite special.
Some of the boys were put up in the Central Hotel in downtown Dublin.
It was an old hotel, and it showed its wear. the carpets were threadbare
and the wallpaper was yellowed with age. Tom Erb and I had squirtguns
and if we sprayed the walls the wallpaper went even more yelow, so
we called it "instapiss walls". We had great waterfights
in the halls of the Central. We introduced Ireland to Chocolate peanutbutter,
which we made before coming over and we ate in our rooms.
I was born on St. Patrick's Day, and so I felt quite special to be
in Ireland on my birthday with such a great group of young men and
women. I recited the "Gettysburg Address" every year on
my Birthday in Ireland. One year (1969?) on St. Patrick's Day there
was a folk concert the band attended and they gave out door prizes.
They called my number and when I stood up everyone in the band cheered,
because of course they all knew it was my birthday. The prize was
. . . a bottle of Hennessey Cognac! Needless to say I was not allowed
to keep it. Andy Korts kept it safe for me
until the end of the trip. Only thing is: it was about 3/4 full when
I got it back in the Monroe County Airport.
Tom (Tater) Walsh '71
I was always facinated by Doug Kleinhans' compositional skills.
In the summer of '69, before the State Championships, Ray decided
that his part to "La Bohem" was not right. He threatened
to write the part himself. Well- I couldn't allow that. I voulentered
to re-write the part to his specifications. My parents were 'tailgating'
that night (as they did many nights that summer) and noticed that
I had disappeared. I rewrote the part (keeping the important parts),
copied the parts and taught it in one evening.
-Jay Vee (AKA John Vogt)
"Back to Ireland again. << I can't remember which events
went with which year, my memories are pretty vague.....Steve Coulombe
on the sax, Mike Mueller on the trombone, backed up by Ray's very
own recruits ("Girls make great trombone players, come on you
can do it!) Kathe Kilmer, Teri McLaughlin, Margo Ciak and don't forget
Nancy Noel '71. Speaking of trombones, did Greg Smith lok like a trombone
player or what? With Bobby Walsh by his side, always laughing at everyone's
"Drums and More: 69'ers Jim Clements, Doug Smits, John Rafalak,
and Gary DeBurgomaster set the pace, Mike Bianchi'70 , Ray Shaheen
'70, JV and Jim DiTucci carried on, and the class of 71 drum section
flourished and gave us the beat with band president Tom Erb, Joe Holland,
Ed Kraseski, Chris Florack and our much loved very own Tom Walsh."
In 1969-1970 season Tom and Tater got it in their heads that THIS
year Brother Tracey was coming with us to Ireland. (Br. Tracey; in
good conscience, could not let the school pay his way.) Tom and Tater
enlisted the whole band to raise the ticket money so that Br. Tracey
could go with us to Ireland. So, we raised money covertly, with the
help of Andy Korts, the Bianchi's and others.
We raised the money for the ticket.
I believe that it was at a concert in the auditorium that we presented
the ticket and asked him to join us. The happy ending to this story
would be he joined us in Ireland.
Instead; he burst out in tears and ran off the stage. He felt that
he could not accept our gift. I do not remember his comments;
but (if I remember correctly) another member of our senior class got
to go to Ireland.
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Cahir - do you folks remember the lunch time concert we did? 30+ years
after the fact, I will own up to the fact that I am responsible for
that performance in Cahir.
We were traveling through Ireland (in uniform) when the lunch
bell sounded. We happened to stop in the town of Cahir. Well, I knew
of this town. I had a pen-pal who went to school in this town, and
the school was just down the street. I asked Mr. Korts if I could
go down the street to meet this person instead of lunch. He allowed
Imagine the response of the townspeople seeing a young man dressed
in a West Point uniform, walking down the Main Street of their
When I got to the Convent School, (yes there's a girl involved here),
I was told that I would have to talk to the Mother Superior before
I could talk to my pen-pal. I did what any young American would have
done at that time and said "Sure, I'll speak to her."
My mistake. This little old nun came out and proceeded to give me
the third degree! "What is this uniform? Where do you come
from? Are your intentions honorable?" (All within what seemed
like 5 seconds. No time for a response.)
I must have stammered out correct responses to the questions; because
she let me take Miss Mary Smythe back to the restaurant where the
Band was having lunch.
However; she sent me with very clear marching orders, Mary was to
make a request that The Marching Kings" play for the town.
So; Mary and I walked down (yes; it was down) to the restaurant and
I presented Mary to Ray. Seeing a chance to perform, Ray grabbed at
I then had to escort Mary back to the school (Mother Superior making
it clear that I was responsible).
We played the book in the town square. The Mother Superior let the
school out to hear us. Mary was a heroine for a while. And me? I never
did get lunch that day. But I got to meet a person I had corresponded
with. And that was enough.
John (Jay Vee '70)
Who can remember when Mary Kay Hamil's three year old brother backed
their mother's car into Ray Shahin's fence during a band party in
"Actually, the Steve story goes like this: my mom was parked
across thestreet on Kiniry Drive dropping off church stuff, (She was
always on every committee at Saint Ambrose) and left Stevie in the
car. Stevie put the car in gear...it rolled backward down the hill
and flattened Mr. Shahin's pool fence. Ray was super cool about it,
but I was mortified, as only a teenager can be. It was also the year
that Ray Shahin had the rule that seniors in
the band and guard could and must go on the Ireland trip, regardless
of tryouts. God bless Ray, because the head guy from Aquinas disqualified
me in my senior year (because I was dating one of his "boys"?).
I was devastated. Despite the fact that my little brother totaled
his pool fence the month before, Ray Shahin gave me...(and every other
senior that year) a major break in 1970, and I got to go to Ireland.
An unforgettable trip!"
a pix of me with Stevie (36) who is now 6' 4" and a very responsible
environmental consultant with various fiberoptic installations: ("You
can't dig here...it's a frog habitat") and Bill (42), a computer
tech for Microsoft, Anne Marie (40), who is in West Hollywood working
on the HBO show "Curb your Enthusiasm" as a propmaster,
and baby Libby (32), a caterer, born in my senior year, lives five
blocks from me here in SF--I see her almost every day.
See you all in July!" -Mary Kay (Hamill)
Mitchell Color Guard '70
"In memorial: 70-71 These players will be missed greatly: Mary
'70, Tom Terreri, Joe Holland and Tom Olejarski '71"
Letter from Kathe Kilmer, Vice
Chair What This Reunion Means to Me
I am writing this letter in hopes of explaining a bit about this
reunion and how it came about from my perspective, other committee
members have their own, of course!
I joined the band the first month of school having absolutely
no musical experience whatsoever. I was a washout in chorus at
St. Margaret Marys, having a problem with not getting through
a song without yawning. Plus my voice was not going to be my ticket
anywhere. But I loved music and wanted to be a part of it. Lessons
in elementary school cost money and coming from a large family
not an option.
Then I came to BK, and guess what! Free lessons and a very enthusiastic
band director, who was very encouraging when I wandered down to
the band room and asked if I could possibly play bells or something
else that would appeal to a 14 yr old female. But Ray Shahin had
his own agenda, and his vision was much bigger than mine. Trombones
are what we need, and girls make great trombone players!
Adding something about big mouths which I dont recall meant
mine in particular or females in general. No matter, whatever,
I wanted IN! But, being only so brave, (and not a bad salesman,
I might add) I tripped back to class with one goal in mind: getting
more girls to take trombone with me, in numbers was safety. I
stood up in front of the class and pitched the deal. Margo Ciak
and Teri McLaughlin were intrigued and now we were 3.
My wonderful parents sprung for the trombone. I practiced constantly.
Trombones are very loud. My family relegated me to the basement,
and I played Tonight and Maria til they
all could not bear it, begging me to move on to other selections.
My father soundproofed the basement. They lobbied for me to play
with my mute, but its not the same. I prevailed, and they
And so my band trip fantastic began. The three of us girls got
good enough to play a few songs in time for a trip to NYC for
St. Patswow, this was an added bonus, not even on
our radar screen at the time!I believe we were instructed
to fake a couple other songs, and not blow! (I snuck in a few
notes here and there, for better or worse, I couldnt resist)
The next year again saw us in NYC for St. Pats, along with
many other trips, to play for whoever was important or in need
of some occasion --we were there. Then of course,
our junior year was the first trip to Ireland, with a repeat our
senior year, and many memorable moments.
I learned to play music, I learned to love music, I learned to
appreciate music in a way that I am convinced if you never play
you cant do. No matter what is happening in my life, music
can always, well, take me higher!
Through it all were my fellow band members as well as twirlers
and color guard to form a myriad of friendships. Then there was
Ray himself! What a trip! Fellow friend and classmate Jan Koetter
reminded me of his nervous hip / elbow twitches. Oh
yes, I used to think it was the music in him, just trying to get
Being in the band under Ray meant many things, the top two being:
1. Be prepared!
2. Be prepared to suffer if you were not prepared!
Every one of us probably got yelled at, and yes, sometimes unjustly--
( Ray, I want to tell you, it wasnt me giggling that time
you made me put my mouthpiece in my pocket-- Oh the shame, although
I am sure the other trombonists, especially Mike Mueller, were
amused) but after a little self righteous sputtering, I was back
in my groupie mode of totally adoring him and the
level of excellence that I worked hard at to share. And the antics
of my fellow band members! Such personalities! Combine them with
Ray, and it was showtime! Some of the standoffsmaybe I should
say, interactionswere memorable.
Love him or hate him, being in the Marching Kings and the musicals
made you feel special, and havent we all needed to have
times in our lives when we felt special, when we were all part
of a group each needing the others to put it all together, when
we felt that we were truly in the pursuit of excellence!
I salute Ray, his musical talent, his drive, his humor, his intensity,
his vision, and I salute as well the talents of Br. Heathwood,
and his similar relentless pursuit of excellence (remember how
red his face would get when some hapless soul screwed up and he
shared his feelings up close and personal!?? The darkness of the
pit kept me safe!)
I salute the talented students that surrounded methe perfection
of the color guard moves, the razzle dazzle of the twirlers, the
incredible voice and performances I got to watch first hand in
the pit band, the wonderful dancers, the scenery painters and
stage crew excellence, all were part of this great high school
experience. Playing for the parents for their showtimes, great
performances with some tongue and check laughs thrown in. Again,
a quote from Jan: We will remember these days for the rest
of our lives!.
I went on to college, and joined a college orchestra that was,
well, just an orchestra. We showed up, played as best we could,
and went back to our dorms. No high expectations, just whatever
we could do. Believe me, it was not even CLOSE to the same experience.
This is why, 30+ years later, with many, many other experiences
that I have had where my band experience has stood me in good
stead, I made this commitment to help Tom Erb organize this unique
one time event. Believe me, with a job at Kodak, 2 young teenagers,
and many ongoing activities, finding time to work on this has
been a challenge.
My reward will be to see so many of old friends and to also let
Ray and Brother Heathwood and Doris Britt all the band moderators
who did so much for usthank you all! Please know how much
I appreciated all your contributions to my great high school experience,
both being in the marching and concert band and just as important
to me, the pit band for the musicals. (I wasnt good enough
for the jazz band; they were great) A special thank you for Ray
for taking a chance on me and others who were just as green and
giving us such an opportunity! I am sorry that we waited so long
to do this and that some of these teachers and parents are no
longer with us to share this occasion.
You each may have totally different feelings and experiences and
reasons to come. Some of you had some less sanguine memories than
me. But I am betting that whatever time you spent in the band
or color guard or twirlers or musicals did have some bright spots,
they had to! So I hope you can all find the time on your busy
schedules if possible to come celebrate those feelings and revisit
friends. I know for many of you your weekend has graduation parties
and weddingsbut slip away for an hour or two to come and
join with us in a unique celebration of our memories and be a
group once again and renew good friendships. Sincerely, Kathe
PS I even named my daughter Kerry after Kerry
Dancers! And I have made both kids play in either
band or orchestra. (violin and French horn, their choices, I lobbied
for trombone but no dice). They whine about quitting occasionally,
and I say this is not an option, you must play. So,
Ray Shahin, your influence stretches into the next generation
Last but not least, wait til you hear the 3 CDs we have put together
from the 6 band albumsa few scratches, but nonetheless,
they will blow you away! As Art Keegan our CD master said to me,
We rocked! Put one of these babies on while you are in the
garden or washing the car, or better yet, sitting back and enjoying
a brewski, crank it up and enjoy!
"Two Brushes with Heresy"
"During one of our trips to Ireland (our class went junior and
senior year) we went to Mount Sion high school in Waterford, home
of the Christian Brothers' founder, Brother Edmund Rice, where we
had a dinner with some of
the students. After dinner, a couple of the boys invited Brian Smith
and me outside and over to a mausoleum to show us where the crypt
of Brother Rice was. They then proceeded to take a loose stone out
of the crypt at the
base and demonstrate how they could reach inside and rattle the poor
bones of the occupant! They invited us to also shake the bones (for
good luck?!) but we were too spooked and worried we would be eternally
damned for such irreverence, so we politely declined! (Editor's Note:
In 1979, his remains were moved from the mausoleum to a new Chapel,
and hopefully his bones entered a more peaceful state! He was beatified
as a saint in 1996 http://members.tripod.com/waterfordhistory/mount_sion.htm)
Another memory in Ireland was on a Sunday morning Brian and I went
out to go to church around the corner from the hotel. We sat through
the whole Mass, noting how unusual it was to receive chunks of bread
rather than wafers for the communion ceremony. We didn't realize until
we were leaving that we had gone into an Episcopalian church! We figured
we had done our Sunday obligation though, no need to go again to a
Catholic one, they were close enough!" -Mike
Thomas, Sax '70
The Mayor's Reception
After leading the St. Patrick's Day parade in Dublin our first trip
there, the band et al were hosted at a reception by the mayor. It
was a fine affair, and the surprising big treat was--WAITERS WITH
DRINKS!! Right there for the asking, and if memory serves, served
up on linen lined trays. Serious alcohol,
just the thing for a group of underage teens! I enjoyed this hospitality
immensely, to the point where either I realized I'd had enough (unlikely,
as it's still an at times elusive skill) or a friend alerted that
responsible adults were looking for offenders. In either case, the
last drink I helped myself to was grapefruit juice. Fortunately, as
soon thereafter Ray Shahin came by to ask "what was I drinking?"
Not believing the answer, he insisted on smelling the glass, which
prompted a "Good!". And I escaped.
You can imagine the slow panic that must have come over our overseers
as they realized "Good god!! Drunken kids!!" I've since
told this story to British friends and the response was "Sure.
Somebody mistakenly figured. 'Ah, a marching band, a hard drinking
lot that'll be' and served up refreshments accordingly."
End of story--after the drinks were put away and the mayor's speech
rolled on, I was standing in the middle of the audience and decided
to take a picture of the mayor with my new-for-the-trip Instamatic.
Snapped one, the roll finished, and the self-winding wonder proceeded
to grind very loudly very long on the
rewind. A rather tall fellow stood red-faced in the crowd, then for
a couple of reasons!
PS Still have the Irish knit sweater bought on that trip, an unbleached
wool one I've always liked (but heavy as it is, not so often worn).
Son Zane is about to take it over, once I've persuaded him it's never
been washed and he'll have to keep it that way!
Brian Smith, clarinet, Class of
Ireland - 1970
Memories of St. Kevin's Kitchen
One of my most vivid memories
of Ireland was of a place in the Wicklow Mountains called Glendalough.
It was at one end of a lake, and it had a church called St Kevin's
Kitchen, a tower like the ones all over Ireland used by the Irish
monks to hide from the Vkings, and a churchyard (ancient gravestones).
Such a beautiful, peaceful place. I would have loved to have
spent hours there, but of course we only had minutes to visit, before
they herded us on the bus to another place.
I was married in 1985 to Elaine,
and we honeymooned in Ireland. We visited the Central Hotel
(it was a dance studio when we visited it). We visited Glendalough,
and I spent at least an hour wandering around the ruins there.
It was every bit as peaceful as I remember it. We visited Bunratty
Castle, but we didn't attend the banquet there, as the band had.
We instead attended the banquet at the neighboring Knappogue
Castle. The floor show was different, but the meal wasn't much
different from Bunratty. Our waiter found out we were married,
and of course he kept our cups filled with mead (which is wine specially
made for honeymooners).
Tom (Tater) Walsh '71
How did the Local 537 ever come about? On my first day of my senior
year as band president I approached Ray Shahin and ask what we had
to do to get started for the Ireland trip. Ray said that we were not
going to Ireland as the above story (Brian Smiths) confirmed
that the drinking was a problem for the schools liability. He
said the Brother Tracy was the decision maker.
I headed up to the principals office and spoke to Brother Tracy.
He said there was no way the band was traveling out of the U.S. unless
he had a guarantee that the student would not drink. To prove to Ed
Tracy that the band could handle this task no one in the band could
get in any kind of trouble during any of it trip or activities.
The master plan was quite simple. Student chaperons. Five leaders
were selected from the band, color guard or twirlers. These leaders
divided the band up into 5 equal groups. One of the leaders was Tom
Walsh who created the famous Local 537. This local ended up doing
all the dirty work at functions but usually had the best time for
years to come.
The traditions of this group lasted for many years.
What I know about Local 537
I love Tom Erb, and he's got it right about the Local 537, but his
story is not complete. Let me fill in some details, as I remember
them. He needed dishwashers for the first band pancake breakfast we
ran, and no one was signing up for that task, so Tom gave the job
of recruiting dishwashers to me. I wrote this funny little story about
how much pride the Local 537 Dishwashers Union has, and how much fun
they have, and how nice it will be to work in the local 537, and I
got a bunch of people to sign up! The day of the breakfast we dishwashers
made a big fuss about washing dishes in a
certain way, and got many of the band members interested in the dishwashing
room there in the cafeteria. Periodically, we'd close the gate and
sing a few songs, and that really generated interest among the people
outside. They kept coming in to sing with us. For the next pancake
breakfast, everyone wanted to join the Local 537 Dishwashers Union,
and so it continued. In the late 70s I went to a band pancake breakfast
and the Local 537 was still running, thought no one knew where it
came from, so I told the dishwashers there the story of its beginnings.
It was a wonderful time!
Tom (Tater) Walsh '71
I had the Tenors play conventional Grip so that when they became
better drummers they could move them
to Snare. I was always thinking a year or two ahead. Producing drummers
at BK was like a Factory's Production Line.
-Doug Kleinhans (Drumline Instructor
Long before I joined the BK band I loved Tchaikovski's "1812
Overture". I took to directing recordings of it, and I did so
a few times in the band room. It probably was for that reason that
Ray decided to do that piece for the 1971 spring concert and he made
me the cannon man. Now, simulating cannons indoors is no easy task.
Not only the sound, but the timing were crucial. There are 16 shots
(not actually scored, but traditional), and they are in very precise
places. How to get the right sound, and the timing right? I tried
Br. DeLibero's track pistol, firecrackers, and sledge hammers on large
cans, but nothing worked. A friend (remember Dwaine Faso?) had a shotgun
which gave me timing control, but it didn't sound very good. Finally,
I found that if I stuck it in a cast iron sewer pipe, I'd get the
proper sound. I needed to load shells fast, so Dwaine loaded shells
as I was to fire at percisely the right point in the score. On the
day of therehersal I pointed the sewer pipe up over Ray's head and
at the ceiling of the auditorium. I thought that would be a safe place
to point it. I was wrong. The piece sounded great till the time of
the first shot. I fired, and the concussion of the shot and the packing
in the shell grazed Ray's head. He jumped off the podium and ran up
the aisle. The entire band in front of the pipe ducked for cover.
But the brass just played faster, and I was listening to them. I got
off five shots before I realized that Ray was not conducting and half
the band was on the floor. I stopped and stood up, stunned at the
destruction I had done. Ray recovered quickly and promised to ship
me off to Siberia where I could fire off my gun and not hurt anyone.
After some discussion, we decided to point the pipe into the left
wing of the stage, and we prepared to continue with the rehersal.
Alas and Alak, we were in for some more trouble. The stage curtains
(large, heavy black curtains) were too close to the muzzle of the
pipe. With the first shot into the wing, the concussion and the packing
blew four holes into the curtain. Finally, the curtains (and everything
else) well away form the muzzle of the pipe, the rehersal went without
further problems, and the concert, that Friday, was a huge success.
Several people told me that was the best concert they heard, and wanted
to have that "1812 Overture put on one of the albums, but I never
was recorded for that purpose.
- Tom (Tater) Walsh '71
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HI! :::: :::: :::: from L o u i Z e C h r
i s t e n s e n,
It?s just great to read, hear, and see all these wonderful band memories!
I am lovin? it!
Here are a few of my favorites!
S T A T E C H A M P I O N S H I P S
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The summer practices for State Championship: Tom Erb, Mike Bianchi,
Jimmy Clements, and JV decided to ?whip? the drumline into shape.
Drum picnics at Durand Eastman Park, extra drum rehearsals on Thursday
nights with Doug Kleinhans wrangling that huge drumline into championship
S N A R E S: Steve Debusk, Ken McAlpin, Dave Nesbitt, Chris Florack,
T E N O R S: Pat Keenan, Chris McLaughlin, MaryAnn Lombardo, Paul
Ianello, +Mike Principino;
B A S S D R U M S: Ray Erb, Paul Bonsignore, Fred Schreible (?);
C Y M B A L S: Judy Bonczyk, Kevin Dinchner (?);
T I M B A L E S: Mike Rotundo;
TRI TOMS (or was that QUADS?) Tom Walsh - (Trying to remember all
this, hope I mentioned everyone!)
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Tom Erb, Jimmy Clements and Mike Bianchi decided that we were going
to heavily ?psyche out? the competition at the State Fair, and devised
three routines code-named ?Psyche-Out I, II and III.? As practiced
at the drum picnics, once the busses got to the State Fair parking
lot, all the drums --which had been chrome-polished to a dazzling
brilliance-- were lined up
perfectly uniformly; our newly taped blue and silver striped drum
sticks were placed on our drums up at exact diagonals; blindingly
bright cymbals were placed in unison; our drum cases were aligned
with our shakos and plumes standing in perfect rows like trim top
soldiers awaiting a precision drill. All this was designed to ?Psyche-Out?
the competition as they marched past us heading out to the competition
field. And it DID! Some of the smaller bands literally seemed to droop
their shoulders and slink by, trying not to let this vision of percussion
power get in their line of sight. But, the best was yet to come. At
a pre-arranged whistle signal, as main competition (Hilton) was about
to march by to compete, all drummers
scrambled into position, and commenced to play the most KICKass rockin?
drum solo while Hilton band headed to the field. That drum solo still
sticks in my mind, a testimony to the power of percussion! Many thanks
to that drumline team for some of the best times of my life! Complete
pandemonium on the field as it was announced that we won State--It
made all those hot summer days and nights drilling out on the field
behind Kearney worthwhile- Mr Shahin, Mr. Korts, Ms. Britt, Mrs. Clements?
the scaffolding out on the field; the bullhorn; drilling over and
over; practicing drill routines until the June bugs buzzed out of
D R U M M A J O R S
Huge competition for drum major after the fantastic MaryAnn Keefe
graduated; the year of the four rotating drum majors: Pat Keenan,
Lauren Saurini, Chris McLaughlin, and Louize Christensen
<< I enjoyed being drum major so much that I have been the
Drum Major for about the past 13 years of a fun local
"pseudo-marching band" here in Atlanta: the Seed and Feed
Marching Abominable, best described as Mardi-Gras-Gone-Bad --MEETS--
John Phillip Sousa --MEETS-- Dr. Seuss!? See my band at: seedandseed.org
(Look for the huge feathered headdress and my mace!) Still playing
drums and having an absolute blast. >>
Be the Band!
I R E L A N D
Arriving by bus to a quaint Irish village where the narrow road, flanked
by tall rock walls, funneled a flock of sheep waggling their little
tails and their shepherd as our tour bus slowly trailed behind to
the village center where ruddy-red-faced little school children waved
hundreds of miniature American flags. (Still gives me Goosebumps!)
A very dejected band standing in front of the Hotel Royal the year
the instruments and band uniforms ALMOST did not get there in time?
My snare drum was one of the only drums that did arrive, and I remember
Steve DeBusk and Chris Florack looking longingly at my drum as theirs
had not arrived. I was considering giving one of them my drum to play,
since they were seniors - their last band trip-- and I was a sophomore.
but luckily a huge whooping cheer burst out as the gear trucks rolled
up. Instruments and uniform cases were being flung as fast as possible
out of the trucks, and within minutes the sidewalk looked like a huge
musical yard sale. The band had to scramble down the street and run,
as our starting position in the parade had almost passed by where
we were unloading.
P I T B A N D
A fully packed, darkened auditorium. The play was supposed to start
with a huge timpani roll? The timpanist (name eliminated -- you know
who you are!) decided to be overly-dramatic and jump from the auxiliary
stage, mallets in
hand, to get a huge roll, only to have the mallet go straight through
the head of the timpani?
Waiting with bated breath for the "Trip List" to be posted
on Mr. Shahin's door; "strobe light" action movies in the
drum room; brutal (but fantastic) marathon drum practices on Thursday
nights; practicing until the muscles in your arms bulged and your
wrists felt like twisted pretzels; Doug Kleinhans (drum instructor)
nonchalantly playing 7-stroke rolls with his left hand; JV trying
to teach drumming; Jimmy Clements creating rotating drum contests;
Inventory at Hunter?s (ugh!); drumline taking over the back of the
bus; freezing in the stands during the football games -- so that you
could almost not hold your sticks; summer gigs- white bucks literally
melting into thepavement on hot parades?
L O N D O N . and other trips
Going out in groups for dinner in London: Piccadilly Circus; marching
inside the Castle at Rochester, Kent; Tower of London Hotel; playing
for the Pope in the Vatican; Halftime at Croake Park; performing in
St. Peter's Square; Sister _____ getting pinched on the be-hind by
an Italian admirer (?and she told the story over and over to her great
delight, I might add!)
R O M E
The "water balloon incident" in Rome at the Hotel Continental
where the "Madam" was outraged that the water would "sully"
her girls corner, and they would not be able to get work because the
corner was wet!
Playing for the waiters in the dining room of the Hotel Continental
Mr. Shahin had said they wanted to hear us, and it was a volunteer
performance. A huge band turned out and we nearly blew the sun-filled
leaded glass windows out into the street with the over-the top tower-of-power
sound. Their beaming smiles, dropped-in-awe jaws and thunderous applausefilled
the soul. AND IT STILL DOES!
Great memories that shine on still. Thank you ALL!
LOUIZE CHRISTENSEN, '75
Ah, 1972. The smell of wet woolen uniforms on the bus after a rainy
half-time show at Aquinas stadium. Early mornings in the band room,
doing homework and busting chops. Spaghetti dinners in the cafeteria.
thought that we were pretty cool playing Chicago's "25 or 6 to
4" in jazz band.
Seniors extended their stay through the summer, and the band won its
2nd NYS Marching Band championship (Remember the "Theme from
And of course, the trip to Ireland and Rome, where we saw the Pope,
and visited St. Peter's Basilica, the Coliseum, Spanish Steps, and
Fountain of Trevi. Great times with friends, teachers and parents.
From Greg Smith & Jim Scarpulla
The class of '72 was in the right place at the right time. Four overseas
trips to three different countries, two state fair championships,
plus everything else that the band did during those four years that
we were there. For example, the 1971 spring concert featured the 1812
Overture, complete with REAL cannon shots in the finale. Scary loud,
but cool! Hey, were we lucky, or what?
Imagine the awe of being 14 years old and on your own in a foreign
country for an afternoon. Especially one where drinking for all ages
is legal, and the most often heard phrase on St. Patrick's Day was,
"Over the top, Yank". I recall a toothless old woman drinking
whiskey from a beer mug at one bar!!
Karen Warenko and I spent some of our time in London touring the pastry
shops, and from the picture of me on the site, it sure shows! Those
uniforms sure were not flattering to the female figure.
And going to Rome as a senior was one of the most impressive experiences
of my life. That and visiting Pompeii. And I can't forget the hooker
on the corner by the hotel getting angry at MaryJo Frumusa's mom [who
spoke great Italian] because she thought Mrs. Frumusa was a "madam"
placing her "girls" [meaning us]! This same poor soul had
to become irate with the hotel manager when certain boys dropped water
balloons on her spot!
The memories are endless, thanks for having a place to share!
Anne Stevens Welsh '72
Saw the POPE!!!! Rome!
On a 25-day vacation in Summer 2000, my husband, three children,
and I toured England, Ireland, Scotland, and Wales. One of our
stops was in Waterford, Ireland. I did not recall our visit
to Waterford on any of the band trips, and I was interested in stopping
there for part of our trip.
At the end of our tour of the Waterford Crystal factory, we spoke
to our tour guide, Nora. A petite woman with Irish complexion
and Irish lilt to her voice, she asked us if we had ever visited
Ireland before. I responded, "Yes, many years ago. I
traveled to Ireland with my high school band."
She immediately perked up and asked, "Not the Bishop
Kearney Marching Band?"
My mouth dropped open, and my face turned red. "Well,
yes," I stammered, "I was in the Bishop Kearney Band.
How do you know about the Bishop Kearney Band?"
"Well," she replied, "everyone here knows about the
Bishop Kearney Marching Band. Even my children know of the Bishop
Kearney Marching Band."
"But, how do you remember the band? Did you see the St.
Patrick's Parade in Dublin?"
"Oh," she said, "we watched you on the telly.....especially
the men, they were so interested in the short skirts on the baton
twirlers. I can't wait to tell my father that I met a member
of the Bishop Kearney Marching Band."
Mr. Shahin, I am sharing this story to impress on you the effect that
your efforts had and continue to have on the people who enjoyed our
music and experienced our presence in their homeland. I want
to thank you for giving me the opportunity to be a part of this stellar
community of individuals who with your leadership and motivation became
the internationally-acclaimed "Bishop Kearney Marching Kings."
The chance conversation with the tour guide opened the eyes of my
family to how remarkable the Marching Kings truly were. Be assured
that 'band memories' aren't just memories of band members, color guard,
and twirlers, they are memories of those we touched with our music.
Thank you for everything.
Diane (Healy) MacEwan, clarinet
Class of 1973
I ran across a picture of Mary Anne Keefe and myself in the lobby
of our hotel in Dublin. This was in our senior year, 1973. We were
both in the process of pinning clumps of shamrocks on our jacket lapels.
Haphazardly, I turned the album page, not giving it a second thought.
Three pages later, there was a picture of the Bishop Carroll HS Marching
Band from Washington D.C. My mom commented with great admiration about
them, how they were going to get through the reviewing stand and hand
us back their instruments so we could play through the judging. Then
it all came back to me.
We had arrived safe and sound in Dublin, but our instruments and uniforms
had never been unloaded from the underbelly of our sopwith camel.
Theyd been flown back to Toronto. We were told to show up in
our lobbies the following morning St. Patricks Day
in our nicest street clothes.
There, we pinned on our shamrock corsages, and boarded the busses
for the start of the parade. We were going to put our best foot forward,
and march the parade sans uniformity and fanfare. But there was still
hope. It does, after all, spring eternal.
Our parents and friends who came with us were all taken to the reviewing
stand, not knowing any progress, just hoping, from their adult perspectives,
that we would look proud and sound great.
It was so hard to believe that the sirens we were hearing were from
the police escort of a truck carrying our equipment. There was almost
mayhem as the group leaders (captains, co-captains etc.) called out
names of garment bag owners. We took over any bathroom, conference
room, anything we could find, to change for the parade.
Never had we looked like such a rumpled group, without our pre-event
ironings. Never had our nerves been so on edge. Id been in the
competition guard for four years, and never had I seen such a hurried
and cooperative dressing room. Never, was there such a sigh of relief
as we kicked-off ( just about on time.)
Now that Im a parent, I can only imagine how ours must have
felt as they saw our banners in the distance and heard that distinctive
What a time!
Hi, Heres one of my favorite stories:
The band was invited to perform at Kilkenney Castle with dignitaries
in attendance such as the U.S. Ambassador to Ireland, John Moore.
After a rousing performance, the band lined up all their instruments
on the grounds & went inside for a bit a tea & biscuits.
Meanwhile, outside I challenged Beth ONeill to a race.
The grounds were fabulous with an inspiring pastoral vista with white
tailed deer grazing off in the distance. There were verdant
rolling hills as far as the eye could see. Truly, 40 shades
We chose a finish line at the peak of a slightly rolling hill
off in the distance and we were off! We were so engrossed in
the competition that when we reached our destination we didnt
notice that the hill ended at an approximate 7 foot sheer drop off.
Arriving a nano second ahead of Beth, I teetered on the brink to see
her teeter and fall off right next to me! She landed on a huge
bramble bush below along the 7 high stone wall. This was
no ordinary wall for it wound around the estate to left & right
all the way to the next County!
I had to run back to the Castle & enlist the help of a good pair
of strong arms to help me drag poor Beth up the face of the wall.
I couldnt stop laughing, and the visual still brings a smile
to me this day. Time and distance hasnt changed
the friendship Beth & I still share today.
Lisa Kilburne Huson (73)
(forced to leave Kearney after my Sophomore year due to anti war activities)
(Lesson One, Don't Trust Anyone Selling Stuff From Their Overcoat)
Mark D'Aurienzo and I are walking around Rome. We go into the Rome
train station. A guy walks up and flashes the inside of his overcoat...
"Hey wanna buy a watch?" Mark stops to talk to the guy and
decides to buy a watch. The guy offers a gold watch with diamond jewels
for "Only" $75.
Mark starts negotiating with the guy. I said "Mark you can't
buy one of these watches, you don't know what you're buying."
After some discussion Mark agrees with me that we really can't trust
this guy. Well, to make a long story short, we both walked away with
watches. I think mine cost about $20. It worked exactly 10 days. I
think Marks worked about a month. Why is it I never take my own advice?
Ray Erb 1975
(No Love from Ray)
One day I was in the band room which was just about empty, practicing
my drum strokes. Ray Shahin was across the band
room trying to have a conversation with someone.
"Hey Erb, stop making so much noise with those drum sticks."
Me: (respectfully shouting back)
"But Ray, you told me I need to practice."
Shahin: (shouting a little louder):
"Then practice on your leg, its quietter."
Me: (with a little grin)
"But Ray, if I do that it could damage my leg muscles, stunt
my growth, maybe even cause cancer"
"Great, then play on your head!"
No matter how we tried to play Ray, he always had one better.
Ray Erb 1975
Playing the mellophone for four years and going overseas all four
years...I realized how lucky I was back then.
The summer before Freshman year, I asked Mr. Shahin what instrument
he need. French horn....OK, sure, I can do that.
Little did I know it was about the most difficult (and tempermental) instrument
around. Being a pianist, playing something with your mouth seemed
unappealing. I had just gotten my braces off, thankfully, when I started
that summer at age 13.
I actually started playing on glockenspiel or bells first--while I was
still learning the horn. I'll never forget that warm summer evening
in '71 and attempting to play bells at practice for the first time.
Patty Gasbarre was so patient explaining the ropes to me. As we played
"Love Story" I was drunk on the fabulous sound and the beat
of the drumline. I played bells but only for a short time-I looked
like a hunchback with those bells around my neck. I'll never forget
getting dressed in uniform for my first event and having a friend (Agnes
Hickey) ask why I had positioned the sash so that it looked
like some sort of tail! Whoops.
It was after my freshman year that we won State in '72--I
loved reading everyone's memories of that day--especially Louize's.
And now, as I search high and low to find a mellophone for the reunion
(you can't rent them, and you can try to borrow one--not easy)--I realized
what a rare gem that instrument was--today, they have new-fangled ones
that are much more compact. We were some of the first to march
with mellos in the early 70s. Ray Shahin was a genius and a pioneer when
he ordered those 4 mellos (easier to march with than a French horn). We
had silver mellos and a great sound with the ever-sharp Alan Chard,
and Dan Phillips, Lori Calcago and others. The Godfather duet...and
who can believe that we really played that tune for the Pope! Princess
Grace and the Royal Family peering down from their window...we are all
lucky to have such great memories and a dedicated band director and
moderators. Whenever I hear a marching band and feel the beat of the
drums, I get that feeling all over again....and the memories return...
--Laura (Morabito) Brandt, Class of '75
(The Streaking Incident)
By 1975, Streaking had reached a frenzy in US sporting events and
On one trip we were in London and I was rooming with Fred Scheible
(or Paul Bonsignore). I heard Paul in the room so I come out of the
shower with a towell rapped around me to say Hi to Paul. Big Mistake.
Paul and Fred grabbed me,
pushed me out into the hallway and took the towell away from me -
all in about 2 seconds. So I find myself standing in the hall of the
hotel, totally naked! No where to go. Look down the hallway - there's
absolutely no cover. Knock on someone's door to get a towell? Nope,
can't do that. Shout for help? Nope, can't do that. I started to walk
down the hall to look for cover, and it started. Paul and Fred open
the door - laughing hysterically, and start shouting "Hey Ray,
put some clothes on" trying to get people to open their doors.
A few doors opened and people peeked out to see what was going on.
I was probably in the hall for about 2 minutes but it seemed like
an hour. And eventually the elevator door goes Ding! Its the cleaning
lady, and she freezes as she sees me standing naked down the hall.
(The term shrinkage wasn't well understood back then) Anyways, Do
Paul and Fred let me back in the room? NO! For them its only gotten
better. But fortunately for me the cleaning lady got back on the elevator
so fast that she left the cleaning cart on our floor and I was able
to grab a towell. Since the thrill was gone, they let me back in the
room. Later at breakfast we heard the hotel staff talking about all
the American Streakers that were running around on the 5th floor.
-Ray Erb 1975
I remember being in junior high and seeing the Kearney band at parades.
They would take over the street with their colorful presence and sound.
I loved watching the girls in silver and decided that I had to be
As a freshman, I would listen to the band perform the Letterman's
"Going Out of My Head", "Mc Arthur Park" and "The
Godfather Theme". I was not able to join them until the end of
my freshman year. I guess there were a lot of girls going out for
twirling that year. We had about 10 cuts that lasted through spring.
It was very nerve-racking but probably made making the squad that
much more special. I remember Ro Napoli having all the new twirlers
over to her house that summer to practice marching 8 to 5 in her backyard.
The older twirlers would mark off the yard with stakes and string.
We could also practice tossing our batons without fear of breaking
things and marking up our ceilings at home.
I remember singing at the top of our lungs on our way to football
games. Donna Bonsignore would lead us in a fun and silly song. I believe
the chorus went "Shoo-bop-di-doobie-doobie-doo". I especially
liked the color guard's rendition of "California Dream'in".
And how about those orange ribbons that we attached to weighted curlers?
I remember releasing them at a McQuaid game and hitting a referee
at the end of "A Nation Once Again". Does anyone remember
"argyles" and how about the "Shaft" arrangement?
Mr. Shahin and Mr. Korts and another gentleman that helped us with
our formations were brilliant!
My greatest regret is not permitting my generous parents to buy the
$100 worth of split club tickets that would have allowed me to travel
to Europe (Rome, Niece and Monaco) my Junior year. I didn't want them
to spend the money (seemed outrageous to me at the time) since I knew
that as a twirler I would get to go my senior year. It wasn't easy
watching my younger sister pack her trusty trombone and return with
wonderful stories about seeing the Pope and Princess Grace. Alas,
my senior year was the first year that the band did not travel abroad.
We spent an exciting 3 days in Chicago over St. Patty's Day. But,
we did win "Best Band" in the parade.
Kathy Finnegan ('76)
From Carol Ann Warth, Drum Majorette,
1976 (Clarinet player)
Lining the band up in the cold weather by the dyed green river in
Chicago for the St. Patrick's Day Parade in 1976, playing for Mayor
Daley in the reviewing stand
Playing for Prince Ranier and Princess Grace on the Palace grounds
in Monaco, 1975
Marching in the St. Patrick's Day parade in Ireland in 1974 and having
the rain clouds open up right before we got to the reviewing stand.
We stood in the rain and played our entire set with yellow dripping
down our faces from the wet plumes, water jumping off the tops of
the drums and our fingers slipping off the keys of the instruments.
I never heard a crowd cheer louder for us!
Sold out audiences and an extra weekend of command performances for
"Jesus Christ Superstar" musical in 1976
Being called "Warth" instead of Carol by Ray Shahin!
Performing on the ice rink when the new "Lincoln Tower"
opened in downtown Rochester,
Learning how to march in "argyle" formation on the football
field, singing "California Dreamin' and Shoo-Bop-Di-Doobi-Doobi-Do"
on the busses before football shows, cool twirling routine to "Shaft",
Performing when the "Freedom Train" came through town, twirlers
tie orange streamers to weighted hair curlers and toss them into the
air as "A Nation
Once Again" transitions to "Danny Boy", Princess Grace
listens to our rendition of "True Love" in Monaco, the stage
band jazzes things up with "Big Dipper", wondering who will
get to perform the coveted trumpet piece during "Somewhere"?,
Rotating drum majorettes with each football game, winning "best
band" in the St. Patty's day parade in Chicago.
Kathy Finnegan, twirler, '76
I was in the band 1973-77.
Memories...that "argyle" we did on the field in Fall 75
definitely sticks in my head. It was so difficult to execute, and
depended on the one key person starting it on each side--luckily not
fund raising--the J.B. Hunter inventory. How about JB Hunter itself?
Absolutely loved the music we would do at the Christmas concert, wish
we had recorded some: Leroy Anderson's Christmas Festival, Amahl,
Russian Christmas Music, etc...(maybe was recorded other years?)
An incredible drumline ( I didn't play drums), with a street beat
that is the best 4 measures of 4/4 percussion ever heard.
How about--needing your instrument after school, and going down to
find the band room LOCKED!
Trip meetings, with "white papers" (am I remembering this
correctly?) for anonymous written feedback.
"The Band Room"--social hangout when not being used for
rehearsals. A great place for people with ADD (which we had never
heard of back then).
There was always an excuse to be constantly in motion: Drummers and
non-drummers constantly beating drumsticks on the tables, storage
Band members practicing Color Guard technique with rifles.
During my years there the band grew so big that , another band room
and another band director were added! What was that guy's name...can't
Mr. Shahin able to play everyone's part on his trumpet no matter what
key or register.
Trip to Italy and Monaco in 1975 was my first ride on a plane ever.
We left in the evening. When daylight appeared, we looked out the
windows and there were the Alps! On the ground, we traveled on tour
white headrests. Resulting in the "Diaper Wars" for which
many of us got punished! What a thrill to play for the Pope in Rome,
and Princess Grace and the Royal Family in Monaco.
Ann Garczynski Altoonian '77
I only wish I had enough paper to write about all the memories I have
and all the great people I shared them with. From the moment
I stepped out onto the field my first practise in sept, I was hooked.
But if I had to choose just one, it would have to be the summer before
my junior year (76) Dan Burke and myself went to Shahin and told him
we had been practicing Somewhere, so he said "ok lets hear it".
Well the band sounded awesome and he let us put it back in the lineup
for the fall show. We went to Chicago that year and won first
place. I often get the albums out, my girls are very much into
drum corp and music and enjoy listening to them. They especially
like all the hair we had....Thanks for "all " the memories
Band President 77
When I came to Kearney, I had only been playing saxaphone for 2
years. I wasn't that good, but could read and memorize music well
so I got in to band and even went on the trip to Chicago. I'm sure
in the back of Ray's mind was, " I've got uses for this girl."
As it turned out, my sister and Rick Boden were trombonists and were
leaving after my freshman year. Shahin took me off the sax and said,
"You can play trombone for me. You can be in the front line."
I had just gotten braces but how could I say "No." My lips
and gums killed me that year. (1976-77)
Clare Borton Schreiber (1979)