Larry Lawless

Larry Lawless, founder of the Lawless Percussion and Jazz Ensemble, has been involved in music education for over 35 years, as a high school and junior high band director, private lesson teacher, clinician, drum and bugle corps caption head, and university instructor. His former students can be found in teaching positions and performing venues across the country. He has been a featured clinician for schools in Texas, Oklahoma, Nebraska, and Iowa and the Texas Music Educators and Texas Bandmasters Conventions. From 1999 to 2013, Larry served as the Associate Band Director/ Percussion Specialist for Stephenville ISD in Stephenville, Texas. He holds a Bachelors degree in Music Education from the University of North Texas and a Master of Music degree in Music Composition and Percussion from the University of Nebraska.

Mr. Lawless endorses Encore Mallets and Sabian Cymbals. He is the former President of the Texas Chapter of the Percussive Arts Society, and in 2008 was named Outstanding Chapter President.

Today is my last day in Boulder. Breakfast at LePeep's, the original one. We used to have some of this chain in Texas, was a favorite place for our family, but they have all closed down, so it was a pleasant surprise to find this one in walking distance from the hotel. Time to pack up my stuff after living out of a suitcase for 2 weeks, check out of the Golden Buff Lodge. I want to thank Tracey and all the staff here, our stay has been wonderful! I look forward to being able to come back with my family to enjoy a nice vacation sometime.

One last session with Kevin this morning, we manage to work our magic on Homonyme Fils. With 44 takes to choose from, this one requires quite a bit of editing, but we still manage to finish a little ahead of time. I say goodbye to Doug (interupting his Jazz History class one last time), load up all my percussion "toys" and at 1:45 hit the road out of Boulder.

Since I'm a little short of time, I take a different route back to avoid the construction on the highway from Raton to Clayton, NM. From Denver, I go east and south through the Colorado grasslands, still beautiful in their own way, but if anyone ever wanted to lose themselves, this is the place to go. Hardly a house to be seen for 50 miles at a time. As the sun is beginning to set, I cross into the Oklahoma panhandle. Just outside of Boise City, a red fox runs across the road in front of me, a little later, a pheasant,  a few miles further, a pronghorn antelope watches me go by from the ditch at the side of the road.

The eyes are starting to get a little bleary, so at Dalhart, Texas, I find a Best Western with a room and stop for the night.