The Show Rant
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I'd like to thank all of you who left reviews... you fueled my pathetic ego. I'm so happy. Well, not really. But you did fuel my ego a little, so I'm going to keep writing, and hope that somebody gleans a small amount of wisdom from my inscriptions here.
I'd also like to apologize to any clarinet players I have offended. I'm an insensitive brass player, what can you expect from me?
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For those of you who read the last chapter and were wondering if I was exaggerating when I described my show, I wasn't. Here are the pages, for you, and why I hate them.
Page 1: Line up in two lines, horns in one, battery and guard in the other, and more down the 50 until we're in the middle of the field. Takes about four minutes for us just to get in the lines, let alone get them straight. It's impossible for us to get them straight before going on to the field, and we always end up stuck in the mud.
Page 2: Smaller lines, those given letters for names (I'm in the H line, just for the record), "pop" out of the big lines to form a block, and the battery and guard do something. I'm usually zoning out or fighting with the flute behind me at practices, so I don't pay attention to them. We have to dress front and my line-leader can't march to save his life.
Page 3: The block moves across the field. We ALWAYS compact on this, and my line-leader can't march. He can't play either, but that's another story...
Page 4: The band forms an arch. Then we stop, and play a song without moving. This is just stupid, but at least it doesn't take much damage from bad marchers. The only visual effect comes from the dance team's coming out on to the field to do a little dance number.
Page 5: The arch moves backwards to form a different arch, we stop and play another song. I'm ashamed to call this group a marching band. Really. We don't march. That's the guard's job, and most of them can't march either.
Then we march off the field playing our finale which kills our mediocre trumpet section's lips.
This is our WHOLE SHOW. I haven't left anything out, haven't cut anything down. I have everything memorized, but that's only because it takes up so little memory. You guys think you have a problem with schools who don't care that the band wins competitions? What about the band that doesn't care enough to compete? What does that do to those of us who do? What is left?
There is my show rant, and band rant. I doubt anybody enjoyed reading what took my band three months to learn.
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I'd like to thank all of you who left reviews... you fueled my pathetic ego. I'm so happy. Well, not really. But you did fuel my ego a little, so I'm going to keep writing, and hope that somebody gleans a small amount of wisdom from my inscriptions here.
I'd also like to apologize to any clarinet players I have offended. I'm an insensitive brass player, what can you expect from me?
~
For those of you who read the last chapter and were wondering if I was exaggerating when I described my show, I wasn't. Here are the pages, for you, and why I hate them.
Page 1: Line up in two lines, horns in one, battery and guard in the other, and more down the 50 until we're in the middle of the field. Takes about four minutes for us just to get in the lines, let alone get them straight. It's impossible for us to get them straight before going on to the field, and we always end up stuck in the mud.
Page 2: Smaller lines, those given letters for names (I'm in the H line, just for the record), "pop" out of the big lines to form a block, and the battery and guard do something. I'm usually zoning out or fighting with the flute behind me at practices, so I don't pay attention to them. We have to dress front and my line-leader can't march to save his life.
Page 3: The block moves across the field. We ALWAYS compact on this, and my line-leader can't march. He can't play either, but that's another story...
Page 4: The band forms an arch. Then we stop, and play a song without moving. This is just stupid, but at least it doesn't take much damage from bad marchers. The only visual effect comes from the dance team's coming out on to the field to do a little dance number.
Page 5: The arch moves backwards to form a different arch, we stop and play another song. I'm ashamed to call this group a marching band. Really. We don't march. That's the guard's job, and most of them can't march either.
Then we march off the field playing our finale which kills our mediocre trumpet section's lips.
This is our WHOLE SHOW. I haven't left anything out, haven't cut anything down. I have everything memorized, but that's only because it takes up so little memory. You guys think you have a problem with schools who don't care that the band wins competitions? What about the band that doesn't care enough to compete? What does that do to those of us who do? What is left?
There is my show rant, and band rant. I doubt anybody enjoyed reading what took my band three months to learn.