My jazz band was chill as fuck and full of hot dudes I wanted to bang
We played four square on Fridays and had juice and donuts
Yeah, we were tasked with massively long improv solos on songs like Take the A train and Caravan and he was MAD if you got out of pocket.
And he was rarely chill.
But it was a hell of an education and the first 3 weeks of Jazz Band we didn't even pick up our instruments - we learned about Gregorian Monks and modes and slave chants and the synthesis of catholic chordal structure with west african melodies and it was baller as fuck.
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my band teacher looked at the national awards available to marching bands, observed that the rewards were skewed ridiculously in favour of symphonic performances, and just cancelled all marching. 100% indoor symphonic moving onwards, besides the daily perfunctory national anthem.
this caused enough consternation in a conservative school admin that I think they replaced him and restored marching after I left
My jazz band was chill as fuck and full of hot dudes I wanted to bang
We played four square on Fridays and had juice and donuts
Yeah, we were tasked with massively long improv solos on songs like Take the A train and Caravan and he was MAD if you got out of pocket.
And he was rarely chill.
But it was a hell of an education and the first 3 weeks of Jazz Band we didn't even pick up our instruments - we learned about Gregorian Monks and modes and slave chants and the synthesis of catholic chordal structure with west african melodies and it was baller as fuck.
Marching band was the crown jewel of the program we were a chance to kick back
to be fair, though, the string and chinese orchestras didn't get to call themselves uniformed groups and it didn't really make sense for us to, either, if we didn't actually march around in uniforms
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My jazz band was chill as fuck and full of hot dudes I wanted to bang
We played four square on Fridays and had juice and donuts
Yeah, we were tasked with massively long improv solos on songs like Take the A train and Caravan and he was MAD if you got out of pocket.
And he was rarely chill.
But it was a hell of an education and the first 3 weeks of Jazz Band we didn't even pick up our instruments - we learned about Gregorian Monks and modes and slave chants and the synthesis of catholic chordal structure with west african melodies and it was baller as fuck.
Marching band was the crown jewel of the program we were a chance to kick back
I was pretty mediocre at trumpet tho
I have a trumpet that I pull out once a year and spend an hour or two on just so I don't forget it.
I still, during idle moments, will walk up the chromatic scale or the circle of 5ths on my thumb with my three valve fingers.
I would hate to lose that skill - I spent so much of my life at it. And even though I am nowhere near where I was at my best, I am glad its not all gone.
In other news, I now have 24/7 access to a soundproofed music studio in the city, so maybe I will start playing more again.
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@Wash hey... this Whiplash movie you were talking about... it's funny and uplifting instead of misery laden and morose and sad?
I like happy movies, but I didn't think Hollywood made those anymore...
Whiplash, from what I saw, is about a school band director who is a total asshole to his students, throws chairs at them, slaps them to teach them tempo, and makes them better musicians.
I am not sure if I want to watch this, because I have had some WINNERS in my music education over the years and flashbacks aren't fun.
My band director kept a bucket of erasers by the podium so he could throw things at people who weren't watching him.
My band director used to sermon before Jazz band about how the world was a better place when we hung thieves.
Like, literal gather everyone in the town square and watch someone hanging until they are dead.
Those were the good old days.
He also liked making the marching band run until someone puked.
...
We won a lot of trophies. I got to play a solo at the gator bowl and the carquest bowl half time shows.
But he was a majorly disturbed ass.
Mine wasn't that bad but he marched with the Army band and really really did not tolerate "antics"
"antics" was stuff like, you know, looking left or right. Or being out of breath marching in the heat.
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Oh, and 3 of our assistant directors for the Marching Band were Drum Corps people.
they do not fuck around.
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My jazz band was chill as fuck and full of hot dudes I wanted to bang
We played four square on Fridays and had juice and donuts
Yeah, we were tasked with massively long improv solos on songs like Take the A train and Caravan and he was MAD if you got out of pocket.
And he was rarely chill.
But it was a hell of an education and the first 3 weeks of Jazz Band we didn't even pick up our instruments - we learned about Gregorian Monks and modes and slave chants and the synthesis of catholic chordal structure with west african melodies and it was baller as fuck.
Marching band was the crown jewel of the program we were a chance to kick back
I was pretty mediocre at trumpet tho
I have a trumpet that I pull out once a year and spend an hour or two on just so I don't forget it.
I still, during idle moments, will walk up the chromatic scale or the circle of 5ths on my thumb with my three valve fingers.
I would hate to lose that skill - I spent so much of my life at it. And even though I am nowhere near where I was at my best, I am glad its not all gone.
In other news, I now have 24/7 access to a soundproofed music studio in the city, so maybe I will start playing more again.
I try to keep my hand in enough to play Sleigh Ride and a fucking breakneck pace but I've lost most of my chops and can't slide notes at all anymore...
I wish I had the discipline to relearn it. I know the fingerings and I can still make good tones but I can't get through two songs before my lips are dead.
The last band class I was in was grade 7 and we never made it past page 3 of the book because our teacher couldn't teach for shit and she was an awful disciplinarian. So what would happen by like 3 months into the year is she would tell us to settle down but if we didn't or we dragged out feet getting ready we could basically just piss the time away, and she would stand there and refuse to teach. Eventually she kinda gave up, even though some of us actually wanted to learn.
The year before, once you reached grade 7 you got access to the saxophone, which was what I'd always wanted to play and looked forward to. When our year reached grade 7, only the grade 8s could play the sax. When I reached grade 8, our music program was reduced to us playing with lummi sticks and a recorder.
I'd hate to be a teacher. It must be hard to care when it doesn't seem like your students do, but giving up isn't an acceptable option.
Chair 3 and I had our own special funky marching band steps and twirly flairs we made up on our own. There was a reason neither of us were considered for Chair 1.
It always seems bizarre that the idea is like, excellent musicians need shit thrown at them to make them pay attention and turn into great musicians.
Like, shit, if you're there already it seems like you already probably know how to pay attention in practice?
Like, band practices were always really serious for me in high school, because we had won awards before and we wanted to win more and we were doing something hard. And even more serious at band camp.
Fuck yeah I went to band camp it was sweet.
A trap is for fish: when you've got the fish, you can forget the trap. A snare is for rabbits: when you've got the rabbit, you can forget the snare. Words are for meaning: when you've got the meaning, you can forget the words.
It always seems bizarre that the idea is like, excellent musicians need shit thrown at them to make them pay attention and turn into great musicians.
Like, shit, if you're there already it seems like you already probably know how to pay attention in practice?
Like, band practices were always really serious for me in high school, because we had won awards before and we wanted to win more and we were doing something hard. And even more serious at band camp.
Fuck yeah I went to band camp it was sweet.
The movie at least takes place in an elite college program
And there's a lot of ambiguity as to the value of the throwing
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It always seems bizarre that the idea is like, excellent musicians need shit thrown at them to make them pay attention and turn into great musicians.
Like, shit, if you're there already it seems like you already probably know how to pay attention in practice?
Like, band practices were always really serious for me in high school, because we had won awards before and we wanted to win more and we were doing something hard. And even more serious at band camp.
Fuck yeah I went to band camp it was sweet.
did you do anything with a flute while you were there
It always seems bizarre that the idea is like, excellent musicians need shit thrown at them to make them pay attention and turn into great musicians.
Like, shit, if you're there already it seems like you already probably know how to pay attention in practice?
Like, band practices were always really serious for me in high school, because we had won awards before and we wanted to win more and we were doing something hard. And even more serious at band camp.
Fuck yeah I went to band camp it was sweet.
did you do anything with a flute while you were there
because I've heard things
Come to think of it I did get my first ever Gay Boner at band camp
As well as moping over a girl or two or three
No actual instrument penetration though
But then I played the trombone so that was probably for the best
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A trap is for fish: when you've got the fish, you can forget the trap. A snare is for rabbits: when you've got the rabbit, you can forget the snare. Words are for meaning: when you've got the meaning, you can forget the words.
A friend did photography at the Stanford Viennese ball. It's on facebook but this one from the actual Stanford site, by another photographer, seems representative:
It always seems bizarre that the idea is like, excellent musicians need shit thrown at them to make them pay attention and turn into great musicians.
Like, shit, if you're there already it seems like you already probably know how to pay attention in practice?
Like, band practices were always really serious for me in high school, because we had won awards before and we wanted to win more and we were doing something hard. And even more serious at band camp.
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Hello chat. Anyone who was following my posts earlier on how my day was going: I have now been in two car accidents today, neither of which involved me as the driver.
Fortunately the one that just happened shattered the other guy's bumper without damaging our car (we were rear ended) and nobody was interested in dealing with the po.
Hello chat. Anyone who was following my posts earlier on how my day was going: I have now been in two car accidents today, neither of which involved me as the driver.
Fortunately the one that just happened shattered the other guy's bumper without damaging our car (we were rear ended) and nobody was interested in dealing with the po.
How are you lovelies?
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Hello chat. Anyone who was following my posts earlier on how my day was going: I have now been in two car accidents today, neither of which involved me as the driver.
Fortunately the one that just happened shattered the other guy's bumper without damaging our car (we were rear ended) and nobody was interested in dealing with the po.
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Yeah, we were tasked with massively long improv solos on songs like Take the A train and Caravan and he was MAD if you got out of pocket.
And he was rarely chill.
But it was a hell of an education and the first 3 weeks of Jazz Band we didn't even pick up our instruments - we learned about Gregorian Monks and modes and slave chants and the synthesis of catholic chordal structure with west african melodies and it was baller as fuck.
Let's play Mario Kart or something...
When I said I laughed from joy, that was the result of one hell of an ending. I ain't spoiled shit about that film, not even the tone.
So regarding the tone:
this caused enough consternation in a conservative school admin that I think they replaced him and restored marching after I left
Marching band was the crown jewel of the program we were a chance to kick back
I was pretty mediocre at trumpet tho
I have a trumpet that I pull out once a year and spend an hour or two on just so I don't forget it.
I still, during idle moments, will walk up the chromatic scale or the circle of 5ths on my thumb with my three valve fingers.
I would hate to lose that skill - I spent so much of my life at it. And even though I am nowhere near where I was at my best, I am glad its not all gone.
In other news, I now have 24/7 access to a soundproofed music studio in the city, so maybe I will start playing more again.
Let's play Mario Kart or something...
Mine wasn't that bad but he marched with the Army band and really really did not tolerate "antics"
"antics" was stuff like, you know, looking left or right. Or being out of breath marching in the heat.
they do not fuck around.
Let's play Mario Kart or something...
I try to keep my hand in enough to play Sleigh Ride and a fucking breakneck pace but I've lost most of my chops and can't slide notes at all anymore...
I wish I had the discipline to relearn it. I know the fingerings and I can still make good tones but I can't get through two songs before my lips are dead.
The year before, once you reached grade 7 you got access to the saxophone, which was what I'd always wanted to play and looked forward to. When our year reached grade 7, only the grade 8s could play the sax. When I reached grade 8, our music program was reduced to us playing with lummi sticks and a recorder.
I'd hate to be a teacher. It must be hard to care when it doesn't seem like your students do, but giving up isn't an acceptable option.
To be fair, he was absolutely correct.
before i go
let me warn u........................................ pensi
It's... too late.
Chair 3 and I had our own special funky marching band steps and twirly flairs we made up on our own. There was a reason neither of us were considered for Chair 1.
@Gim @Pony
Like, shit, if you're there already it seems like you already probably know how to pay attention in practice?
Like, band practices were always really serious for me in high school, because we had won awards before and we wanted to win more and we were doing something hard. And even more serious at band camp.
Fuck yeah I went to band camp it was sweet.
The movie at least takes place in an elite college program
And there's a lot of ambiguity as to the value of the throwing
did you do anything with a flute while you were there
because I've heard things
Come to think of it I did get my first ever Gay Boner at band camp
As well as moping over a girl or two or three
No actual instrument penetration though
But then I played the trombone so that was probably for the best
@desc can I convince you to change your avatar.
"Ovarian cysts may occur and usually disappear."
"After you insert the ring into your vagina . . ."
Scene! Not too spoilery, but it gives you a good idea of what we're dealing with.
http://imgur.com/gallery/yvt9wID
she is a wee lass.
She actually attached an elastic band to the slide so she could throw it out to the 7th position and reel it back in.
I kind of wished I got to see that, it sounds hilarious.
Let's play Mario Kart or something...
... why are so many of the faces East Asian?
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Fortunately the one that just happened shattered the other guy's bumper without damaging our car (we were rear ended) and nobody was interested in dealing with the po.
How are you lovelies?
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they can't all have lives
something is amiss
unzip the bag
dip in my hand
then i palm trees