A very distinct visual memory I have from the Hum Dinger was this:
Each day that week as all the groups were figuring this thing out, our teacher Mr. T (Mr. Tollefson) would take a lap around the room to check in with each group and then just find a seat and observe the class while we worked.
The visual memory I have from him sitting surveying the class was there was always five or six or ten of us huddled around him saying the same thing:
“How do we do this?! JUST TELL US!!!!”
We would just circle him like a bunch of birds hoping he would give in to our whining.
He didn’t. He knew better. We did not know better. We were 5th grade twerps who wanted the answer so we could be finished.
He knew the longer it took, while not giving up, the better the exercise.
So all he had to do was make sure we didn’t give up…he didn’t have to make sure we figured it out…he knew we would get it as long as we didn’t give up.
Again…almost everything you need to know about making it (or moving on from) the music business is here in the story of the Hum Dinger.
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