One-Hundred and Twenty-Seven years ago today, the Galveston Daily News reported on a union in Houston that came early and stayed forever. Baseball and music had found their way together in the first fully professional and leagued offering of the “national pastime” in Houston and had even found its way into notability through an article published in the Island City newspaper on August 4, 1888:
MUSIC AND BASE-BALL
Houston, Tex., August 3. The management of the Houston Base-ball association met with such success to-day in the way of patronage that they have decided to give a free concert every day next week. Ladies will admitted to the grounds free of charge. an admission fee of 25 cents, however, will be charged for seats in the grandstand.
The following is the programme, arranged by Charles Lewis, conductor of Herb’s Band, for to-morrow’s rendition. The concert will begin at 4 o’clock and the game of ball will be called promptly at 5 o’clock: March, Our Champions; S. Bill, Polka: Caliors, Boyer’s Medley; Overture, Zimmerman; Song and Dance, E. Fox; waltz. Nantasket, Farbach: quickstep, Garden City; serenade, Hayden; gallop, Niebigs.
~ Galveston Daily News, August 4, 1888.
The music at Houston professional baseball games has been continuous ever since those humble beginnings in 1888, but it did take well over a century for the music to transpose polka, quick step, and marches to hard rock, Taylor Swift and hip-hop.
Update: In case you are wondering, I’m doing a lot of sleeping. Yesterday, I saw both my primary doctor and my ophthalmologist. The eye specialist is watching for potential eye damage to my now closed right eye. It seems that shingles has the ability to spread into the ocular system. Producing today’s handed-to-me column by Darrell Pittman felt great. Anytime my fingers touch the keyboard, my mind abandons all else, temporarily deadening the pain process. And that’s a good thing. I have enormously appreciated all of your expressions of concern, your positive thoughts and your prayers – and I will try to get back to all of you when I am able. For now, however, “I’m like a one-eyed cat – peakin’ at a blog-site screen!” – and low on energy.
I do want to thank Tony Cavender for putting my Friday colonoscopy, followed by the Saturday shingles outbreak in perspective. Tony says, “Your experience on Friday and Saturday of last week sounds like the first two games of a typical Astros road trip!” He didn’t say it exactly like that, but that’s how it landed. – And, thank you, Tony, for making me smile!
So, by Tony’s measure, I guess Monday night in Arlington was the Astros’ version of my colonoscopy.
Let’s hope not.