The Life of Peter J. LaRue
I was born a little north of here at a place where it seemed like it was always way hot in the summer, way cold in the winter. Childhood memories involved a lot of work and sweat, although I had a lot of friends [even though they were all four-legged, black and rather large].
When I was four-less than one score, my heart yearned for a motorcycle, as it turns out for that birthing day rather than the Honda I desired, an old, strangely shaped piece of brass came my way.
A few years later, at about the same time a little stubble began to appear on my chinny-chin-chin, I took the strangely shaped piece of brass and went to the big city, a place they called a conservatory where I thought I would learn more about green, growing things. As it turns out, that assumption was incorrect, but I sure did learn a lot [mostly about the joys of life that they had neglected to mention back home on the farm]. Even though at one point I tested the laws of gravity, the years in the big city were a downright delight.
Subsequent to those joyful years, I took the advice of Horace Greeley [just a few years late] and headed west. I found myself in a place where there were seemingly no trees, the terrain redefined flat, it was always windy, but there were surely a whole lot of really, really bright folks about. Although the place always struck me as pretty barren, there was a little white house on Michigan Avenue [acknowledging that I was genetically wired to dislike anything pertaining to
During the next four years, I spent an inordinate amount of time beating and abusing a large group of boy children and girl children as they tromped around a large field banging and blowing upon assorted apparati. My life was enhanced and enriched during these years by many wonderful folks, one in particular, a fine lady from Arab,
After these very good years, for absolutely no good reason, I decided to head west again and return to that barren land where the really, really smart people were. There, in the trenches with some really fine folks, they graciously added more letters after my name [which was now starting to get a bit cluttered] and I had to spend more than a bit of time explaining to my aging grandmother why I did not need to hire any nurses.
Because the really bright people in the prairie had honed my thought processes [to their way of thinking] I realized that I had developed the desire to eat. Shrewdly using the employment criteria of “mostly indoor work, no heavy lifting” my poor 4-cylinder Ford and I found ourselves in the land of the long-leaf pine. From a topological standpoint, I seemingly had gone from one extreme to the other and I quickly realized that I loved [and do to this day] that which was behind door number two. There I met and worked with many great people, one especially … a tall, soft-spoken gent, who tried to get me to understand there were two shades of blue, one lighter, one darker, and he most-enthusiastically supported the latter over the former. While in this beautiful place, I waved that bizarre little stick around a bit and blew rather often on that strangely-shaped hunk of metal that long had been a part of my life. There were many good times, some bad times, and it became clear it was time to move on.
To this end, Blaze [trust me a step-up from the Ford] brought me to the Commonwealth where this really snappy institution adopted me. Upon arrival in this beautiful place, I was pleasantly surprised [and contrary to popularly-held belief] that most of the folks did indeed wear shoes and have teeth. It seemed like a winner to me [it was, is and hopefully always shall be]. And so here in the
The great people, the incredible music-making … too numerous to remember, too important to forget. My “crowded-stage” is so chock-full of wonderful folks that it is no wonder I need a great deal of space around me as I wave that little stick around [plus I have a tendency to drip sweat on those faithful in my beloved “FRC” (aka Front Row Crew)]. I have been more blessed than I merit, way luckier than I deserve.
So Junior and I live [formerly without a cat] our semi-frenetic life at Shenandoah and cherish each and all. Maybe if I behave, I’ll have twenty-one more years of great experiences. I sure look forward to it. Thanks, Thanks & Thanks.
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Peter J. LaRue was raised on a farm
in south central
Dr. LaRue serves as Director of the
Tiger Bands and Professor of Music at
In addition to his duties at
Georgetown College, from 1994 until 2014 LaRue served as the Music Director and
Conductor of the Central Kentucky Concert Band in
In 2005, LaRue received the
prestigious Cawthorne Excellence in Teaching Award –
the highest honor
From 2002-2004, LaRue served on the Board of Directors for KMEA [Kentucky Music Educators Association] and chaired the Public Relations and Advocacy Committee. In the past he has also served as both “Coordinator” of the Kentucky Intercollegiate Band [1997-1999] and “Co-Coordinator” [2001, 2003 & 2007] that performs each year at the KMEA In-Service Conference in
LaRue served as the Faculty Advisor
[High Pi] for the