Tennessee State University names James Sexton as interim band director
The historically Black, public university in Nashville announced the move in a May 6 news release. Sexton's new role is a promotion from his longtime position as assistant director of the Grammy-winning Aristocrat of Bands. Sexton said he counts it an honor to take on leadership of the marching band.
"I am committed to upholding its proud traditions while enhancing the dynamic performances that define the AOB," Sexton said in the release.
James Sexton leads the Aristocrat of Bands during the Tennessee State University Homecoming parade on Saturday, Oct. 14, 2023 in Nashville, Tenn.
The university also named Dwight Pope as its new director of cheer and dance, where he will oversee the Sophisticated Ladies dance team.
"His extensive experience will be invaluable in guiding the continued success and elevation of TSU's dance program while continuing to elevate the cheer team," the release said.
The news comes after TSU interim President Dwayne Tucker removed previous band director Reggie McDonald from his position in January. Tucker said the school launched an investigation into McDonald's travel requestions and advances and his compliance with TSU policies and procedures. McDonald, who worked for TSU for 23 years, was ultimately fired from his role as band director but remains on administrative leave with full pay pending completion of due process for tenured faculty.
The news of Sexton and Pope's appointments was met with excitement by university leaders.
"Both the Aristocrat of Bands and TSU Sophisticated Ladies boasts a long and distinguished history of performances," Vice President for Student Affairs Bridgett Golman said in the release. "They are each a significant source of pride for Tennessee State University and the broader Nashville community."
A search for a permanent band director is underway. More information on the Aristocrat of Bands can be found at TNstate.edu/music/aristocrats.
Rachel Wegner covers education and children's issues for The Tennessean. Got a story you think she should hear? Reach her via email at RAwegner@tennessean.com. You can also find her on Twitter or Bluesky under the handle RachelAnnWegner.
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