I learned today that Mr. Frank Farina passed away early this morning.
Mr. Farina was the band and musical director at my high school, North Allegheny.
You can say what you want about NA. I know I’ve heard awful things, had people walk away from me because I went there. But here I am, college degree and back in school for another degree. Whatever. It’s just a darn school.
Back to Frank Farina.
When I first joined the marching band, whoo boy, was he scary. He stood on the auditorium stage and yelled. Are you a load (someone late to call time.)? I seriously hoped I wasn’t… He put you to place. He was demanding, but understanding. That man had a great heart. And I learned so much from him.
To stand in line.
To FEEL the music.
To DANCE, kind of like the Ohio University band did…
(I swear on my life, the day that the OU band came through my quad at OU, I cried, remembering what we did at NA) Especially because I didn’t have the time to devote to that amazing band. I wish I had, but I didn’t.
To LOVE the music.
To be the person you were meant to be.
To succeed in music. And life.
To be in multiple honor bands.
To try to quit. Have your parents tell you NO. And on top of that, to have Frank Farina, tell you no, you cannot quit marching band.
To give you another instrument. One you’d amazingly succeed with. A baritone horn.The euphonium. One that Mr. Farina would challenge you to try out for an honor band. And you make it. And you have a solo. An epic solo, in your mind…
I still can’t decide if I love the sound of the clarinet or the euphonium more… We’re tied…
The one you actually tried to play in the symphony band at OU, because you loved the trust that man gave you, but couldn’t find the hours or place for practice…
I will always regret that last part. That I could not find the time or place….
I still remember practicing my clarinet when my parents would have liked to run for the hills over the noise.
I remember so many band camps. Yes, I know, it happened at band camp… But for most of us, those who I know? it didn’t. It was fun. It was hard.
I’d like to think I never let you down. I love music of all kinds. Really. And I love to dance, when I can…. It will never end. I’m now dancing in my seat to things my lovely niece loves… It will never end…
I will miss you so much, Mr. Farina. I can’t even put it into words. But my tears will make you understand. I play music in my mind, for you. As I have for years.
Thank you, Mr. Farina, for giving my music a voice and a path to follow.
I will come pay my respects to you on Sunday. It’s probably going to be a very hard thing for me… Alone. Thank god I’m a strong woman.
You leaving this earth is going to take multiple trips to the symphony or NA band stuff for me to be ok…