East Fest

East Fest 1986

This was a happy time.

As I recall, East Fest was always the day before finals began. I believe the following morning I had the jury for my saxophone study. I hadn’t practiced as I should have. Not up to my best, I went out to the lawn, about where this photograph was taken, and practiced at around 6:00 A.M. I am sure I made no friends that day.

As I squeaked through my scales, my instructor asked me, “What the hell is that?”

Yeah, I am no musician.

This may have been the East Fest where I sang American Pie. That would explain the above. 😉

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