Tuba at Daybreak

For the third year in a row, we were awoken this past Sunday to the exhilarating sounds of live tuba music, oompah-ing through our bedroom window. (2010, 2011)

When Robb and I lived in Texas, we developed an appreciation for the vibrant intersection of Mexican and German music. Germans have lived in Mexico since the 19th Century, and its no surprise that they spread Polka wherever they went. Robb and I seem destined to live in musical neighborhoods. Our Dallas neighbors would sing lovesongs all night long, and then start the polka as soon as they got up in the morning. I still believe that tuba sounds better after a couple of cups of coffee.




We haven't figured out which neighbors hire the early-morning banda musicians, so we haven't had the opportunity to ask what the occasion is.

Robb suspects that it has to do with Lent (no tuba until Christ has risen!), but I'm not so sure.




There was an interesting piece on NPR this past week about the thieves that have been stealing tubas from Los Angeles high schools. Who knew there was a black market for tubas?