Friday, April 3, 2009

Pat's Slideshow - Part 3


Talk about family man.    And his Amazing Grace despite all his silliness.    He had probably 200 members of his kazoo band playing "Amazing Grace" in his honor, some singing, all together.
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  1. UnknownApril 8, 2009 at 10:34 AM

    And one in Paris. Wm

    And two in Snowville. R&C

    And one in Texas. DD

    And two in Waltham, MA. P&J

    And more all over the world.

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  2. Ginger BlymyerApril 8, 2009 at 11:14 AM

    Yes, I remember a band in Madison, Georgia.1980 I think he formed that to drive the camera man crazy. He would get into the van at night with all his buddies surrounding the cameraman and they would play all during the hours ride home. It was cruel. The other band Pat had when I met him was assembled in bars. Pat would have a few drinks and then with who ever was with him hand out assignments for their instrument. We would make the sound with our voices. One would be a drum, another a trumpet, another a violin. soon the whole group at the bar would be ready and Pat would be the conductor and point to who ever was to make the sound. It didn't last long because we all burst into laughter.
    He continued his solo band most of his life. It was usually the kazoo he tried to imitate while we would be driving on a trip. First of all it was sort of unconscious and he would be doing it along with some music. I would try to relax and let him enjoy himself. But after a while it would begin to drive me crazy as he repeated the song over and over. I think he knew he had me captive and sort of wanted to torture me a little bit, because I couldn't get out of the car while we were driving. Then he would laugh. Just like when we were in Mexico. Our house was made of cement blocks and echoed quite a bit. Sound carried. He would sing, because he was happy. Sometimes he sounded like his version of Dean Martin. One time he told me he was better than Tom Jones. But most of his songs sounded sort of sad. I asked him to sing some happy ones. I am not sure his voice was capable of that. When I would be trying to hear a tv show and his singing overpowered the sound. I would try to ignore it for a while but when I did say something like, "can you stop singing for a while?" he would reply. "Most women would want their husbands to be singing." I had to agree and felt a bit guilty. But I wondered if a bit of the old wanting to torture me a little was happening too. He would though, be cooking and singing happily so much of the time. As he said he was the happiest he had ever been. We seldom liked the same music. I liked Riverdance and things with rhythm and energy. He loved jazz and classical. I told him the jazz made me think I needed to be in a bar. I like Andre Bocelli and violins. I would listen to them while enjoying my bath, trying to drown out the noise at the park behind us in Mexico. I could listen to the same music over and over. He would ask me to please change it after a while. I would.He did love music and kept saying we needed to put in a nice system so we could hear the music. It would have been great to do that because the noise in the park at night was overbearing.
    The funny thing was, before we went to Mexico Pat always said he hated Mexican music, and when a mariachi band would come to the table in restaurants, Pat would get up and walk quickly away. But he began to long for the Mexican music when the kids at night in the Park in Mexico would park and turn up their boom boxes, playing rap and noisy music with too much base and each on a different station with sometimes four different ones playing. We longed for the real Mexican music

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