Debbie Lagarde: Flute
How did you hear about/find us?
A printed black and white flyer with a graphic of a marching band and words underneath describing the group. Being new to Birmingham, and working hard to become established, all I could do was hang it on my wall with a thumbtack and hope to get there one day.
What is your musical background/history?
Piano was first, as a child, then flute in junior/senior high. One summer I played every day from a book of adaptations (one song written in several variations). It was like drinking from a well of fresh water. During college, I studied Science and didn’t do band, but played to relax. Since college I’ve played with worship teams, done open mic, and had a smidgen of vocal training, which I loved. I sang with two groups on the Coast.
What is your favorite “Band Song” to play?
Semper Fidelis or Chorale and Capriccio
What do you do when you are not playing music? (work/hobbies/for fun???)
Music is where I live. For pay, I tutor in academics and do organizational work for individuals on the side. I like to find pieces of garbage by the road and make them new again.
What type of animal/breed of dog/cat/bird/fish/other etc…. best reflects your personality and why?
I once played my flute at a farm, and the cows and sheep lined up along the fence closest to me and listened. They tend to wander around and think. I’m one of them.
What is your superpower?
My superpower is making myself invisible. Lol.
Tell us something fun! You know, like “That one time at band camp…” Or elsewhere. (funny anecdote/story/amazing coincidence/hidden talent/celebrity encounter, etc…)
I had never played open mic. After considering how to warm the audience up to the idea of a flute participating (it was all guitars and singers), I had strung together what I thought might work. The lead of the evening motioned for me to go on and the patrons of the café took no notice, of course. I had no guitar. I was weird and no one wanted to pay attention. There was every indication that whatever I played would be ignored, as the friendly hum of conversation between diners grew in intensity. So I ignored them. I raised my flute, secured an embouchure, and played, “Oh, I wish I were an Oscar Meyer Weiner….” The room was immediately silent; then, people laughed. At the end of the jingle I sensed acceptance growing. What came next, though, was the best thing ever. The song was “Take Me Out to the Ballgame.” I had chosen it because it’s familiar. But really? The diners SANG THE SONG. By the end, it sounded like a baseball stadium. Then they cheered and applauded. And I didn’t even have a guitar.