Because it's about time...
Okay, so it's been a while since I had anything up here. I've been busy... with... band. Yeah, band. It's been so different from last year I can't describe it... but at the same time, it's exactly the same. We currently know our opener. And half of our ballad, at least some of us do. Most have forgotten it. The opener's eleven pages long and the ballad is eight. We'll be receiving the drill for our closer this Saturday at rehearsal...
But a lot of things really haven't changed. The trumpets still can't march, and don't care about the band. But the biggest troublemaker of all has finally gotten in trouble... he deserved it, and while there is nothing that bothers me more than some band geek suffering unduly, I obtained some sort of sick pleasure from hearing Ms. X telling him he had detention.
Our drum majors this year, C and D, are decidedly better than A and B were, though I loved them dearly. C is a trombonist and a goofball, but he still manages to know his stuff and do really well. He's a very cool dude and he's the best section leader I could ask for in jazz band.
Drum Major D is even more insane. He plays alto sax and dances like a very white guy... but we love him too, because he's cool. Both drum majors are in a band they formed called Pelvic Thrust, but they have yet to be able to tell me what kind of music they play... more will come on this as I obtain more information.
Okay, so it's been a while since I had anything up here. I've been busy... with... band. Yeah, band. It's been so different from last year I can't describe it... but at the same time, it's exactly the same. We currently know our opener. And half of our ballad, at least some of us do. Most have forgotten it. The opener's eleven pages long and the ballad is eight. We'll be receiving the drill for our closer this Saturday at rehearsal...
But a lot of things really haven't changed. The trumpets still can't march, and don't care about the band. But the biggest troublemaker of all has finally gotten in trouble... he deserved it, and while there is nothing that bothers me more than some band geek suffering unduly, I obtained some sort of sick pleasure from hearing Ms. X telling him he had detention.
Our drum majors this year, C and D, are decidedly better than A and B were, though I loved them dearly. C is a trombonist and a goofball, but he still manages to know his stuff and do really well. He's a very cool dude and he's the best section leader I could ask for in jazz band.
Drum Major D is even more insane. He plays alto sax and dances like a very white guy... but we love him too, because he's cool. Both drum majors are in a band they formed called Pelvic Thrust, but they have yet to be able to tell me what kind of music they play... more will come on this as I obtain more information.