Confessions of a former band groupie.
We all know that band groupies are scum in the world of band kids. Okay, maybe not scum, but they get pretty aggravating. I mean, I should know-I used to be one.
For my freshman year schedule, band was not included. I decided to step out of the box and take a business computer class. I regret that now, because I will never use anything I used in that class. Ever. Besides, not many of my friends were going to be in band, so why should I enlist in the band geek army? Chyeah. We'll soon find out why.
When the football season began, I went to all of the home games. I always went to see the band. I sat near the band in the stands and wished that I was sitting there with them playing the fight song and whatnot. And of course I never ever told anyone this because being a band groupie is worse than being a band geek. Massively worse.
At Christmas-time, I went to the concert and dragged a friend along so it wouldn't seem nearly as pathetic as it was. this condition. I listened to dynamics and key changes (or lack thereof for some people) and admired the uniforms even though they're heat trappers and uncomfortable looking. I also got this little bout of depression. I wanted to be up there getting the standing ovation from parents and teachers.
Even when the band went to Festival, I shared the disappointment and offered my condolences to my band friends. I asked about spring concert music and even wanted to look at it in some cases. It was sad. I was sad.
I did sign up for band when I filled out my schedule. I play the clarinet and landed fourth chair (out of eleven). And I get to hang out with a bunch of people that I like.
Band is a place where I feel that I belong-a place to be myself. Its almost a social crutch.
Anyway, I'll finish this off with a list. Please note that I did not do all of these. Some are little more extreme than my case. Very few of these apply to me, actually. Some are takes off the "You know you're a band geek" lists.
You know you're a band groupie when.
You go to the game to see the band.
The director knows your name.
Band geeks down at you.
You talk about band more than the band geeks.
All the guys/girls you like are in band.
You want to wear a band uniform.
You yell, "Lets go band!" instead of "Let's go team."
You sit with the band.
You can name every single person in band and what instrument they play.
Band concerts are marked on your calendar.
You go to band camp.
You conduct to music on the radio.
All of your friends are in band.
You use the word "band-tastic"
Reeds are like candy.
You know what the word embouchure means.
The word trombone does not make you laugh.
You know the alternate title for "the Hey Song."
You know the difference between a sousaphone and a tuba.
You "fetch" things for the band.
You can navigate the instrument room with infinite ease.
Plumes are stylish.
You laugh at band jokes.
You are writing one of these.
You join band your sophomore year instead of going in as a freshman like any other normal person.
We all know that band groupies are scum in the world of band kids. Okay, maybe not scum, but they get pretty aggravating. I mean, I should know-I used to be one.
For my freshman year schedule, band was not included. I decided to step out of the box and take a business computer class. I regret that now, because I will never use anything I used in that class. Ever. Besides, not many of my friends were going to be in band, so why should I enlist in the band geek army? Chyeah. We'll soon find out why.
When the football season began, I went to all of the home games. I always went to see the band. I sat near the band in the stands and wished that I was sitting there with them playing the fight song and whatnot. And of course I never ever told anyone this because being a band groupie is worse than being a band geek. Massively worse.
At Christmas-time, I went to the concert and dragged a friend along so it wouldn't seem nearly as pathetic as it was. this condition. I listened to dynamics and key changes (or lack thereof for some people) and admired the uniforms even though they're heat trappers and uncomfortable looking. I also got this little bout of depression. I wanted to be up there getting the standing ovation from parents and teachers.
Even when the band went to Festival, I shared the disappointment and offered my condolences to my band friends. I asked about spring concert music and even wanted to look at it in some cases. It was sad. I was sad.
I did sign up for band when I filled out my schedule. I play the clarinet and landed fourth chair (out of eleven). And I get to hang out with a bunch of people that I like.
Band is a place where I feel that I belong-a place to be myself. Its almost a social crutch.
Anyway, I'll finish this off with a list. Please note that I did not do all of these. Some are little more extreme than my case. Very few of these apply to me, actually. Some are takes off the "You know you're a band geek" lists.
You know you're a band groupie when.
You go to the game to see the band.
The director knows your name.
Band geeks down at you.
You talk about band more than the band geeks.
All the guys/girls you like are in band.
You want to wear a band uniform.
You yell, "Lets go band!" instead of "Let's go team."
You sit with the band.
You can name every single person in band and what instrument they play.
Band concerts are marked on your calendar.
You go to band camp.
You conduct to music on the radio.
All of your friends are in band.
You use the word "band-tastic"
Reeds are like candy.
You know what the word embouchure means.
The word trombone does not make you laugh.
You know the alternate title for "the Hey Song."
You know the difference between a sousaphone and a tuba.
You "fetch" things for the band.
You can navigate the instrument room with infinite ease.
Plumes are stylish.
You laugh at band jokes.
You are writing one of these.
You join band your sophomore year instead of going in as a freshman like any other normal person.
