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patterns of ink

How fruitless to be ever thinking yet never embrace a thought... to have the power to believe and believe it's all for naught. I, too, have reckoned time and truth (content to wonder if not think) in metaphors and meaning and endless patterns of ink. Perhaps a few may find their way to the world where others live, sharing not just thoughts I've gathered but those I wish to give. Tom Kapanka

Monday, August 07, 2006

Kings Brass Still Going Strong

We went to a Kings Brass concert with friends in Grand Haven last night. They always sound great, but this was an especially crisp performance from the whole group. Afterwards we went to a sidewalk cafe and talked until around 11:00. (Sorry, Jay and Julie, the time just flew. That was fun.)

I’ve been to countless Kings Brass concerts through the years. Tim Zim and I grew up in the same youth group. In junior high, a few of us guys would spend the night at the Zimmerman’s—they had an HO racecar track that kept us entertained. In the morning, Mrs. Z would serve yogurt with breakfast. I had never heard of yogurt at the time. This wasn’t Dannon or Yoplait. I think it was home-made. (They had been missionaries to Sweden and brought that healthy menu item back with them.) His folks were always so hospitable.)

Later on in high school, Tim and I played on the same basketball team. In fact, I have a scar in the middle of my tongue from a head-on collision Tim and I had in the old gymnasium of Calvary of Roseville. When we weren’t playing basketball, Tim and his brothers Bruce and Don would play trumpet trios in church. When Don went off to college, our friend Bob J. joined them as I recall. Bob will be rejoining them in next week's concert at Roseville.

Eventually, we were all in college together. One summer in the late 1970’s, we returned to Michigan and Tim put together trumpet ensemble made up mostly of guys from our church. It was a big hit. My little brother Jim was in on those early years of King’s Brass—he was the youngest member ever as I recall. For about five years my parents became part of the Kings Brass entourage, and whenever we were home from Iowa, we’d tag along, too. One of the first Kings Brass albums was called “All Day Sunday” because that’s what they did every Sunday through the summer. It was like one big happy family. Good times. Hard to believe that was more than twenty years ago. It was great to see Tim still going strong last night—and better than ever!


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