OH MY GOD MAN I’M LOOKING BACK AT PICTURES FROM PAST BAND TRIPS AND WOW, FRESHMAN YEAR (SHIT-TONS OF OLD PICTURES UNDER THE CUT:
You know one of my biggest band pet peeves? Director’s pets! >_>;;
Specifically, people who, after the director asks for silence or goes on a rant or does something else angrily, parrot him/her by obnoxiously screaming out melodramatic criticisms like “DID YOU HEAR HIM? HE OBVIOUSLY ASKED FOR…
Can I reply to this? Our band does a lead through example policy. Once the director or section leader or drum major whatever calls you to be quiet, you have be quiet, but they have to be quiet also, and if you don’t be quiet, they will subsequently call the whole section or band to stand at attention (for entire sets or rehearsals,) be it one person or ten. And if you don’t listen you will make the whole band run. So really, our band has them, but it’s in the unwritten rules to not to. Our band has never had this problem, really. There’s been a couple but not very often (it’s mostly been one drum major or one brass captain, and it’s obviously only when the directors have already told us multiple times when there’s another group working one section) and rarely does it ever escalate to something so bad they sound bitchy. And after the director rants, we all know just to do what he says, because again, they will make us drop our stuff and run to the least favorite curb.
Yeah, I wanted people to reply, so thank you!
Man, that’s really interesting, I’ve never known a band with a system like that… I love seeing how things are in other peoples’ bands! Thanks a lot for sharing!
You know one of my biggest band pet peeves? Director’s pets! >_>;;
Specifically, people who, after the director asks for silence or goes on a rant or does something else angrily, parrot him/her by obnoxiously screaming out melodramatic criticisms like “DID YOU HEAR HIM? HE OBVIOUSLY ASKED FOR QUIET AND THIS IS NOT QUIET!” or “I CANNOT EVEN BELIEVE HOW RUDE AND SELFISH YOU GUYS ARE BEING RIGHT NOW!”
Like, bitch, it’s not quiet because YOU are the one screaming your head off! And YOU’RE the one being rude and selfish by forcing everyone else to listen to your condescending condemnation when they were probably about to shut up after they’d been asked once anyway!
I don’t care if you’re a drum major or a field commander or just super anal about people following rules all the time— the director’s in charge, not you, and no matter how awesome and helpful you think you’re being, the director can handle whatever minor problem there might be without you carrying on and blowing it out of proportion! n~n
I know every band has them, so what do you think of these people? Necessary law-enforcers or arrogant pests?
HAHAHA GUYS THE OTHER DAY A KID IN MY SECTION SAID SOMETHING REALLY WEIRD THAT I THOUGHT WAS TOTALLY HILARIOUS AND CLEVER AND IT’S BECOME A LITTLE INSIDE JOKE BETWEEN US WHERE WE JUST WHISPER IT TO EACH OTHER KNOWINGLY WHEN WE PASS IN THE HALLS AND I’VE BEEN REALLY ENJOYING IT BECAUSE I WAS PLEASANTLY SURPRISED AT HOW FUNNY AND CREATIVE HE WAS
BUT I WAS SCROLLING THROUGH MY DASH THE OTHER NIGHT AND I DISCOVERED THAT THE ODDBALL LITTLE QUIP THAT I THOUGHT HAD COME FROM HIS STRANGELY CHARMING MIND WAS ACTUALLY RIPPED VERBATIM FROM A TEXTPOST FROM A TUMBLR-FAMOUS BLOGGER WITH LIKE 300,000 NOTES
I TOOK A SCREENSHOT OF THE POST AND I’M HIGHLY CONSIDERING SENDING IT TO HIM ON FACEBOOK WITH THE CAPTION “BUSTED”… SHOULD I DO IT XD ?
DAMN I’M SO HYPED I HAVE NEW IDEAS ON HOW TO TRY AND FIX MY THREE-MONTHS BROKEN TRUMPET TOMORROW
USING PIPE CLEANERS
I FEEL LIKE THIS MIGHT ACTUALLY WORK I’M EXCITED
I seriously think one of the proudest moments in my entire life came the other week when my freshman year drum major, Bryan (aka the love of my marching band life, the most goofy, klutzy, adorable, and simultaneously incredibly musically talented, genius-level intelligent, and incredibly efficient at leading anyone in anything person in the entire universe) not only told me happy birthday on Facebook a few weeks ago, but even included in his message a hilarious anecdote about how he almost forgot why my brother and I share a birthday (which is funny because we’re quadruplets).
AND THAT WAS LITERALLY THE GREATEST THING OF ALL TIMS BECAUSE IT MEANS HE REMEEEEEEMBERS ME GODDAMNIT
/sobs with joy
the other day i was hanging out at the school waiting for a band meeting to start at 7 o’clock and i was really hungry so i asked my mom to bring me dinner and she brought me a cup of really deliciously looking soup… without a spoon
and i was completely devastated and also completely starving UNTIL I REMEMBERED THE FACT
THAT FOR LITERALLY THE PAST FIVE MONTHS
THERE HAS BEEN A METAL SPOON STICKING OUT OF THE BOTTOM POCKET OF MY BACKPACK
FOR ABSOLUTELY NO REASON WHATSOEVER
BESIDES, I SUPPOSE, “JUST IN CASE”
AND EVEN THOUGH I’VE ALWAYS ACCEPTED HOW RIDICULOUS THE PLACEMENT OF THAT SPOON IS
(JUST AS I’VE ALWAYS ACCEPTED THE FACT THAT I HAVE NO IDEA WHEN, WHY, OR EVEN HOW IT EVER GOT THERE IN THE FIRST PLACE)
I’VE ALWAYS BEEN TOO LAZY—
AND MUCH TOO AMUSED—
TO REMOVE IT
AT THAT GLORIOUS HOUR
WHEN I FOUND MYSELF SOUP-HAVING AND SPOONLESS
THIS GLORIOUSLY RANDOM PIECE OF SILVERWARE WAS THERE FOR ME
AND I’VE LITERALLY NEVER BEEN MORE TRIUMPHANT ABOUT USING A UTENSIL BEFORE IN MY ENTIRE LIFE
The other night a few friends and I (aka two of my band trip roomies and ~my crush~) were hanging out in the school and had about forty minutes to kill before a marching band meeting at 7 o’clock. Somehow, the perfectly normal conversation that I was having with one of the girls turned to the topic of Shakira, which it somehow ALWAYS DOES with us, and that quickly became a discussion about how much we absolutely love Hips Don’t Lie, and that quickly became a singalong, and that quickly became an all-out dance party…
We were sitting (or, more accurately, strutting and booty-popping) in the hallway at that point and it took us an embarrassingly long time to realize that there was a super-serious super-important band parents meeting going on in a room literally two feet away from us and therefore they could hear our every quasi-musical howl (plus the band director kept walking by and giving us really confused looks XD) so we decided to take our show to a more private place!
We made our way into the chorus room, which shockingly empty for like, the first time EVER. So for a nice long while the four of us were just hanging out, showing off our ridiculous moves and browsing the iTunes library on my laptop until we heard a knock on the door (which locks automatically whenever it closes). One of the girls went to get it, assuming it was some other friend who had gotten to the meeting early and wanted to join our fun… so she opened it. And it was a police officer.
And he looked her in the eye and grunted “What are you kids doing in here?”
Timidly, we squeaked out that we were just waiting for our band meeting to start…
"Where’s your teacher chaperone?" the policeman barked. "You should know you’re not allowed to be in any room of the school after school hours without a teacher!"
Everyone stopped, utterly terrified and completely unsure of how to respond to his threat; even though we hadn’t been doing anything wrong necessarily, it was true that there was no teacher…
Until at that exact second the chorus teacher, whom no one had seen at all that night, burst through the door with a big grin on her face and, thinking incredibly quickly, crowed “I’m here, I’m the teacher who’s been watching them this whole time! I just stepped out to get something for a second but I’m back now so you don’t have to worry about these guys!”
It was literally the best timing— and the best get-out-of-jail-free card— EVER. God bless <3
Ughhhh, we were all set to have Trumpet Stupid Hat Night Two at our last marching band practice and then the weather just had to go and ruin everything! It was so cold outside and there was so much snow and ice that we weren’t able to do the marching rehearsal that we’d planned, so we had to stay inside and practice music instead. Being inside totally nullified the purpose of wearing warm hats, and also with the way the band room is set up, the trumpets don’t even all sit with each other, so we wouldn’t even look nicely organized and match as a section, therefore I couldn’t hand out the dumb hats I’d brought for the section to wear. D:
And since we stayed inside and just sat down and played, we didn’t have the freedom— i.e. the frequent breaks— that we usually get at marching rehearsals, and so I didn’t even get to call the section meeting that I wanted to cement our dressup theme for next week!
Soooo I wanted to ask, do any of you guys have any good ideas for a matching theme/costume/gimmick that a group of fifteen people could all dress in to match as a section?
Possible suggestions we have thus far are neon colors (fun, but we already did that during band camp), inside out clothes (works, but is a little boring), and glow-in-the-dark (which sounds cool but could be hard to actually coordinate)… so please please, what do you think might be fun?
(Bonus points if it’s something that can easily be brought and distributed at practice, like the hats I brought for the whole section, or something that just requires a small adjustment, like inside out, so we don’t have to worry about people inevitably forgetting…)
SQUEALS LOUDLY MY SECTION IS THE CUTEST SECTION EVER
AT JAZZ BAND LAST NIGHT WE WERE PRACTICING THIS ONE SONG THAT’S REALLY DIFFICULT AND FEATURES THIS LEGIT INSANE TRUMPET SOLO BUT THE KID WHO PLAYS THE SOLO WASN’T THERE AND HE’D TAKEN THE ONLY COPY OF THE SOLO HOME WITH HIM TO PRACTICE, AND THE REST OF THE TRUMPETS BASICALLY HAD NOTHING BUT BACKGROUND NOTES AND REALLY LONG RESTS
WHEN THE DIRECTOR TOOK THE WIND SECTION INTO THE CHORUS ROOM TO PRACTICE WHILE THE RHYTHM SECTION STAYED BACK IN THE BAND ROOM AND DID THEIR THING, HE TOLD US TRUMPETS (THE THREE OF US WHO SHOWED UP, ANYWAY) TO JUST BE QUIET AND WAIT IN THE BACK OF THE ROOM WHILE THE OTHER SECTIONS PLAYED THEIR PARTS, SINCE WE REALLY HAD NOTHING ELSE TO DO
WITHOUT EVEN SAYING ANYTHING TO EACH OTHER, THE THREE OF US ALL TURNED AROUND AT EXACTLY THE SAME TIME AND STARTED EXAMINING THE VARIOUS MUSICAL-THEMED POSTERS THAT WERE CONVENIENTLY HANGING ON THE WALL, ONE DIRECTLY BEHIND EACH OF THE THREE OF US
AFTER ABOUT THIRTY SECONDS I CALLED OUT “SWITCH!” AND WITHOUT SAYING ANYTHING ELSE TO EACH OTHER, WE ALL SEAMLESSLY SHIFTED PLACES TO GET BETTER VIEWS OF THE OTHER POSTERS WHILE GIGGLING HILARIOUSLY ABOUT HOW IN SYNCH WE ALL WERE