Any Fourth of July reminds me of these guys. Well, not these guys because I don’t believe the Yorktown group was around when I was there.
It was near the old Magazine on the Militia grounds that a viewing of the Uniformed Field Music of the Virginia State Garrison Regiment, or as I knew them, The Williamsburg Fife and Drum Corps, that led me to understand that I had rhythm and the precision and pageantry of rudimental percussion struck a searing electrical arc in my noggin. The Fife and Drum Corps combined with rolling broadsides of a dozen 4 pound gallopers really excited me – like bat shit crazy excited. I wanted to be a part of this outfit and would have done pretty much anything to have gotten my hands on one of those rope tensioned military snare drums and a red top coat.
You. Have. No. Idea.
Signing in at age 10 or so and beginning a musical apprenticeship that would have lasted until the Senior Corps at age 16 or so and then aging out upon high school graduation, I probably would have never let my parents leave Virginia……