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.

Well, my original intention was to take a leisurely morning in Amarillo, then head for Colorado about 10:00, but after my wife reminded me that West Texas A&M University (Bart's alma mater) was just 15 miles down the road, I decided to move out early.

WT was in the middle of a band camp, so lots of students running around, but I found Dr. Susan Martin Tariq, Professor of Percussion, fairly easily. She looked up and said, "Larry, what are you doing here?" So I told her, "Well, I woke up this morning in Stephenville and thought, it's been too long since I've seen Susan, so I drove over here." She thought that was funny. Anyway, very generously let me into a marimba practice room, so once again, I got to remind my hands what it feels like to hold mallets. Thanks, Susan! Afterwards, she gave me a tour of their new facilities, under construction. Going to be very nice, if they get it done in time for the start of classes.

By this time, it was a little before 10:00, so I headed back north, passing through Amarillo and up the Texas Panhandle. Miles and miles of miles and miles, but starkly beautiful and amazing in the scope of the agriculture. Crossed into New Mexico and stopped for lunch in Clayton. In looking for a unique, non-chain  type place, I found the Eklund Hotel and Saloon, dating from the 1800's. It wasn't until I was seated that I remembered eating here 11 years before, with my family (well, the twins were yet to be born, but they were there) the last time we went to see the Walter family in Boulder.

Back on the highway to find the stretch from Clayton to Raton all under construction, speed limit 45. I took advantage of the snail's pace to pull over at lots of roadside parks and Histerical Markers. One park had a posted sign saying, "Warning! Watch for Snakes". The trail is ever fraught with danger.

Finally, through the Raton pass into Colorado and the real mountains, driving with one hand on the wheel, snapping pictures with the other. Stopped briefly in the quaint town of Trinidad. If I ever get wealthy and retire, this is a place I could move to. Historic buildings, beautiful scenery. But daylight's burning, and back in the saddle again, drove the I-25 corridor that parallels the Rocky Mountains into Colorado Springs. With a loud "whoopie ty yi yay", or reasonable facsimile, it strikes me that I'm almost there. Now the fun really begins.