When the Band Came to Town
Author
Carol Ross, Carol Ross and Associates, LLC
Posted
September 15, 2015
Author
Carol Ross, Carol Ross and Associates, LLC
Posted
September 15, 2015
This summer, the circus did not come to town. The band did. I live near a local park with a large baseball field. My bedroom faces in the direction of the park. So when I heard a disciplined but funky rhythm outside my bedroom window early one Saturday morning, it brought back memories. Memories of being in a marching band, of being something larger and greater than I could be by myself.
It turned out to be a drum and bugle corps from Alabama, practicing before a competition that night in Denver. Over one hundred college-age musicians and performers, their fit, tan bodies attesting to the many hours of practice in the sun. Water jugs scattered everywhere. And gleaming silver horns of all shapes and sizes. I looked on with joggers, mothers with toddlers, and bicyclists who had formed an impromptu audience. The director of the band, megaphone in hand, was sitting high on two-story scaffolding, temporarily erected for the rehearsal. His conductors were on the field, keeping time for the rest of the band, including the “Pit”—percussionists of all sorts who remain stationary for the entire program.
And as I watched the rehearsal, I was in awe of the sound that I was immersed in—the solidity of the brass instruments, the creative rhythms of the Pit, the purity of a soloist piercing the hot July air. The volume changed with the movements of the band until I was hit head on with the full power of heartfelt playing in unison. And as the color guard, with their changing flags, created a visual shuffling of waving cards, I wanted to dance with them as well. The director goaded the band on with “It’s got to be your best” and other sayings. And at one point, he talked about their “product” being the emotional experience that they were giving the audience.
Questions raced through my mind. What could motivate these students to rehearse for eight hours in 95 degree weather, under the relentless Colorado sun, miles from home? What could I learn about organizations and leadership from this experience?
And the more I observed and listened, the more I understood.
As the group packed up, ready for the short drive into Denver to show their stuff, I knew that I had been a part of something special. Within thirty minutes, they were gone, without a trace, their gear stowed away in a large moving van, and their weary bodies enjoying the air conditioning of the chartered coach buses. I never heard how they did at the competition. But it didn’t really matter. What they had to give to the world was enough on that field that hot Saturday. I would hear their music, see their pride, and feel their excitement, long after they had left the park.
We learn not just by observing or reading, but by doing. So on Monday morning, whether you are the director on the scaffolding, or the field conductor keeping time, or part of the marching faithful, be a part of something larger. Create the music, discover the pride, and feel the excitement that comes with great organizational performance.
Carol Ross, founder of Carol Ross and Associates, LLC, is an organization development consultant and executive coach with 19 years experience in the telecommunications and energy industries. By integrating her analytical skills to approach problems and her intuitive understanding of what is meaningful to workers, she helps transform low morale, high stress workplaces into creative, energetic environments. Learn more at www.carolrossandassociates.com.
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