Oh thank you OH SO MUCH for your reviews! cookies to all of you!! I havent
updated in a while.. cos.. BAND CAMP STARTED!!! Well.. here goes some more
of freshman year...
The Last Band Camp Story....
Thursday night. The night of all nights. Time to show off our progress in learning Johnny B. Goode, My Sharona, and Chameleon. We worked our asses off that week, and earlier that day, we went over Rockin Robin for the first time.
Being the awesomest piccolo player I am, I managed to nearly break my arm during free time that day, and had no time to practice. The shooooooooooow began, We played Johnny B. Goode, and stood firmly in our absolutly perfect wonderful- ok we stood still.. Flyman, our director, walks through the ranks, saying "rockin robin.." Well, who knew this song we had just practiced four hours earlier?? Andy the tuba. Yep Rockin Robin was a tuba solo that night. Beautiful Beautiful...
Well, it turns out the flaggets were responsable for that one. They wanted to show off their routine for it..
Stupid Flaggets...
And then we went home. I slept the bus ride home.. but im almost positive no one stuck gum in my hair.. not like band kids would do that...
(A/N Time for football games....here they come!!)
Thursday night rehersals were a common thing during my freshman year of band. Every thursday from 630-830 pm, we'd be out bustin our asses for fridays game.
This rehersal started out like any other. Warm up b-flat scale, and alma mater. That was about all that was normal to it. When i arrived in the band room, a young and innocent freshman, it was getting dark, rain was comming... whooo that happens in Ohio dontya know.
The door opens and one of the less-evil boosters walks in, and you hear this faint C# in the background... "Uhh... Mr Flyman... the tornado sirens are going off."
She looked at us as if she expected us to jump out of our skin and run for the hills!!! But this is Ohio people, Tornados happen. But for the stupider freshman.. it was obivously a new thing, because they jumped up,put their horns down.. and headed for the door when- "HEY!" uh oh.. got Flyman mad now..."Where do you think youre going!?! Get back to your seat, and grab your horn!"
Oh, come on people! You'll run to save your five dollar street coner ass, but you leave a $3000 insturment at your seat! I think not. Well, somehow we managed all to fit into the atruin between the choir and band room.. im not sure how.. but we're the magics.. maybe it was a magic trick...
Well, we lived, obviously. No tornado. Leave it to Ohio.
Well.. the Next day....
FOOOOOOOOOOTBAAAAAAAAAAAL!! Our first game of the season was away at a place we'll call Westview (any Funky Winkerbean readers out there??) The whole day it was kind of overcast... a little windy.
That night., we unloaded the trucks, and sat in the stands. Now, i dont know about you, but holding a big metal rod in this weather didnt exactly look inviting. We were watching the other team play their alma mater when you hear..... *high C#* and "Please excuse this interuption.. but there has been a tornado warning issued for our county until 9 o'clock tonight, please take shelter."
Oh, nice.
Stupid trumpets. (yes i blame the trumpets...)
So where do the evil boosters put us? Guess. The Busses. ok, tornado warning, funnel cloud spotted 5 miles away. Lets stick a 90 piece band on thier busses with hundreds of thousands of dollars in insturments with them.
Damn boosters.
The sirens went down... then up.. then down.. then up.. then my mommy got on the bus and told us to run. Yay for my mommy.
Well, we're stripping out of our raincoats and running of the bus. Ohh,.. look at that pretty dark swirly thing.
Damn trumpets.
You'll never guess where they stuck the band. The Westview locker rooms. Here ya go, great picture. The away band in the home teams locker room. I would have paid someone to paint it.
The football team on one side, all praying foir good weather and the game to be reschedualed, and the band.. playing Euchre and bullshit.
In the bands 30 year history, they had never had anything like this. Its gone through nearly 10 directors.. and not ONE had this luck.
Damn Flyman. Trying to kill us by means of weather.
Again, we lived.. but that wasnt it. You think it takes two Tornado warning to stop MY band!? NOPE. takes three. Stay tuned for the next episode of Band.
This has been brought to you by donations through the -- wait, what do you mean they took their donation back! We clearly said no take backs!! GAH!
*High C#* please hold....
The Last Band Camp Story....
Thursday night. The night of all nights. Time to show off our progress in learning Johnny B. Goode, My Sharona, and Chameleon. We worked our asses off that week, and earlier that day, we went over Rockin Robin for the first time.
Being the awesomest piccolo player I am, I managed to nearly break my arm during free time that day, and had no time to practice. The shooooooooooow began, We played Johnny B. Goode, and stood firmly in our absolutly perfect wonderful- ok we stood still.. Flyman, our director, walks through the ranks, saying "rockin robin.." Well, who knew this song we had just practiced four hours earlier?? Andy the tuba. Yep Rockin Robin was a tuba solo that night. Beautiful Beautiful...
Well, it turns out the flaggets were responsable for that one. They wanted to show off their routine for it..
Stupid Flaggets...
And then we went home. I slept the bus ride home.. but im almost positive no one stuck gum in my hair.. not like band kids would do that...
(A/N Time for football games....here they come!!)
Thursday night rehersals were a common thing during my freshman year of band. Every thursday from 630-830 pm, we'd be out bustin our asses for fridays game.
This rehersal started out like any other. Warm up b-flat scale, and alma mater. That was about all that was normal to it. When i arrived in the band room, a young and innocent freshman, it was getting dark, rain was comming... whooo that happens in Ohio dontya know.
The door opens and one of the less-evil boosters walks in, and you hear this faint C# in the background... "Uhh... Mr Flyman... the tornado sirens are going off."
She looked at us as if she expected us to jump out of our skin and run for the hills!!! But this is Ohio people, Tornados happen. But for the stupider freshman.. it was obivously a new thing, because they jumped up,put their horns down.. and headed for the door when- "HEY!" uh oh.. got Flyman mad now..."Where do you think youre going!?! Get back to your seat, and grab your horn!"
Oh, come on people! You'll run to save your five dollar street coner ass, but you leave a $3000 insturment at your seat! I think not. Well, somehow we managed all to fit into the atruin between the choir and band room.. im not sure how.. but we're the magics.. maybe it was a magic trick...
Well, we lived, obviously. No tornado. Leave it to Ohio.
Well.. the Next day....
FOOOOOOOOOOTBAAAAAAAAAAAL!! Our first game of the season was away at a place we'll call Westview (any Funky Winkerbean readers out there??) The whole day it was kind of overcast... a little windy.
That night., we unloaded the trucks, and sat in the stands. Now, i dont know about you, but holding a big metal rod in this weather didnt exactly look inviting. We were watching the other team play their alma mater when you hear..... *high C#* and "Please excuse this interuption.. but there has been a tornado warning issued for our county until 9 o'clock tonight, please take shelter."
Oh, nice.
Stupid trumpets. (yes i blame the trumpets...)
So where do the evil boosters put us? Guess. The Busses. ok, tornado warning, funnel cloud spotted 5 miles away. Lets stick a 90 piece band on thier busses with hundreds of thousands of dollars in insturments with them.
Damn boosters.
The sirens went down... then up.. then down.. then up.. then my mommy got on the bus and told us to run. Yay for my mommy.
Well, we're stripping out of our raincoats and running of the bus. Ohh,.. look at that pretty dark swirly thing.
Damn trumpets.
You'll never guess where they stuck the band. The Westview locker rooms. Here ya go, great picture. The away band in the home teams locker room. I would have paid someone to paint it.
The football team on one side, all praying foir good weather and the game to be reschedualed, and the band.. playing Euchre and bullshit.
In the bands 30 year history, they had never had anything like this. Its gone through nearly 10 directors.. and not ONE had this luck.
Damn Flyman. Trying to kill us by means of weather.
Again, we lived.. but that wasnt it. You think it takes two Tornado warning to stop MY band!? NOPE. takes three. Stay tuned for the next episode of Band.
This has been brought to you by donations through the -- wait, what do you mean they took their donation back! We clearly said no take backs!! GAH!
*High C#* please hold....