did anyone else have "naked time" after football games when everyone was getting out of their marching uniforms, usually just in the middle of the band room (we had shorts and stuff on under the uniforms, well, most of us anyways)
did anyone else have "naked time" after football games when everyone was getting out of their marching uniforms, usually just in the middle of the band room (we had shorts and stuff on under the uniforms, well, most of us anyways)
When I was in Midsummer Night's Dream the cast all changed in the band room between scenes. Lots of people stripped down to undies to change costumes. I accidentally caught sight of a female cast-mate's nipple for a split-second when she took her shirt off too quickly.
Drumstick-->Butthole insertion is the stereotypical Rookie Talent but it could get way more ridiculous than that.
I marched with Carolina Crown in 2000, and at that point the hornline bus was still doing Rookie Talent Night. It got postponed until the night of July 4th for some reason, and my plan was to go up to the front of the bus totally naked and jerk off while singing the Star Spangled Banner, blowing my load when I got to "the home of the brave". I didn't manage to shoot off but people still applauded.
However, I totally got one-upped by this complete lunatic of a mellophone player named Chris Brown, a nutjob who ended up aging out at Blue Devils--absolutely the corps where he belonged. For his Rookie Talent, he coated his erect penis in Vaseline and then a thin layer of butane lighter fluid and then he fucking set his cock on fire. He became an immediate superstar.
Played the alto sax for marching band, played alto/tenor/bari for pep band and jazz concerts.
And I was finally able to rent an alto last week here because I didn't want my one from home shipped over.
Goddamn does it feel good to play it
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I'm in the band at UCONN. Last year, we somehow pulled off an upset victory against South Florida at home and the students decided to rush the field for the first time in our school's rather lackluster football history.
Now, due to the size of the band, we can't all fit into our designated section, so the saxes have a few rows in the front in an adjacent section. Normally, this is great, because we get to do our own thing and have a pretty good view of the field. The problem is that the rest of the section behind us is composed of drunk college kids.
The students start pushing to reach the field and we're all worried that we're about to die from massive trampling. We managed to get out of the way, eventually, but one of my friends had her leg fractured from being pushed against the railing.
I'm in the band at UCONN. Last year, we somehow pulled off an upset victory against South Florida at home and the students decided to rush the field for the first time in our school's rather lackluster football history.
Now, due to the size of the band, we can't all fit into our designated section, so the saxes have a few rows in the front in an adjacent section. Normally, this is great, because we get to do our own thing and have a pretty good view of the field. The problem is that the rest of the section behind us is composed of drunk college kids.
The students start pushing to reach the field and we're all worried that we're about to die from massive trampling. We managed to get out of the way, eventually, but one of my friends had her leg fractured from being pushed against the railing.
Shit son you go to UCONN?
I live in fucking Mansfield
Of course I'm at school right now, but that's only in hartford so
I'm in the band at UCONN. Last year, we somehow pulled off an upset victory against South Florida at home and the students decided to rush the field for the first time in our school's rather lackluster football history.
Now, due to the size of the band, we can't all fit into our designated section, so the saxes have a few rows in the front in an adjacent section. Normally, this is great, because we get to do our own thing and have a pretty good view of the field. The problem is that the rest of the section behind us is composed of drunk college kids.
The students start pushing to reach the field and we're all worried that we're about to die from massive trampling. We managed to get out of the way, eventually, but one of my friends had her leg fractured from being pushed against the railing.
Shit son you go to UCONN?
I live in fucking Mansfield
Of course I'm at school right now, but that's only in hartford so
You need to build an actual town. I don't drink and there isn't much to do around here besides drink. Makes for rather lackluster weekends.
I'm in the band at UCONN. Last year, we somehow pulled off an upset victory against South Florida at home and the students decided to rush the field for the first time in our school's rather lackluster football history.
Now, due to the size of the band, we can't all fit into our designated section, so the saxes have a few rows in the front in an adjacent section. Normally, this is great, because we get to do our own thing and have a pretty good view of the field. The problem is that the rest of the section behind us is composed of drunk college kids.
The students start pushing to reach the field and we're all worried that we're about to die from massive trampling. We managed to get out of the way, eventually, but one of my friends had her leg fractured from being pushed against the railing.
Shit son you go to UCONN?
I live in fucking Mansfield
Of course I'm at school right now, but that's only in hartford so
You need to build an actual town. I don't drink and there isn't much to do around here besides drink. Makes for rather lackluster weekends.
Well, the weekends without band. All two of them.
Hell, if it weren't for UCONN
I don't think anyone would know a damn thing about mansfield/storrs
Willimantic would have become an ever expanding cesspool in the middle of the woods
The end
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Anyways, things to do in Mansfield are like
Go in the woods somewhere
Tip a motherfuckin' cow
Get drunk and also stoned
Read a book read a book read a motherfucking book
Go down to Willimantic and shoot up some heroin and go to a chinese buffet
Yeah, that's about right. At least the local sushi place is good.
Is it?
I'm not a big seafood person so I've never gone
Also good food in the area is some great indian curry at Wings Express
And I guess Main Street Cafe in Willimantic too
That's about it though
There's curry at Wings Express? Everyone orders from Wings over Storrs for the superior quality of the wings, so I've never even seen a menu for Wings Express.
Anyways, yeah, the Sushi place is good. The Thai restaurant is decent as well. The food is good, but the selection is rather limited. You get a free Thai iced tea with your UCONN ID, though.
Anyway, back to band.
Back in high school, freshman year there were no upperclassmen in the section. The one senior had been promoted to drum major, leaving the position of section leader to fall to a pair of sophomores. Not surprisingly, we often goofed off instead of worked during sectionals.
One day, our fearless leaders decided to go explore the woods adjacent to the school. Being more studious than the rest, I decided to stay behind and practice a bit. I could hear them chatting as they went in and heard them discover an old computer in the woods, which soon after went over the cliff. They had fun taking turns tossing it off the cliff for a little bit.
One of the guys who also decided to stay behind decided to hurl a rock in the general direction of the voices. Some cursing is heard, and then silence. All of a sudden, one of the guys tears out of the woods carrying the computer and hurls it at the other fellow. Fortunately, the offender was fast enough to dodge the projectile.
Not as exciting as lighting a penis on fire, but it's the only time I've seen a computer used as a deadly weapon.
Man, I was the drum major. I had to act responsible. My stories are so lame.
sup let's be lame together
8-)
I fail to see at what point being drum major and acting responsibly became intertwined.
We "lost" our band director in the first week of the season and the band was mine. I had way too much shit to do and, at that point in my life, I gave a shit.
My stories are just terrible. They're like, alright, say you have a dog drowning in a pool. Nothing funny happened to get the dog in the pool. There's nothing you can do to get the dog out of the pool. Part of you wishes you could make up some sort of funny scenario so that at least you could tell the story later. But, in the end, it's just a dog drowning in a pool.
So at my highschool, the marching band practiced in a nearby open field. "Nearby" was actually about half a mile or so. The band got a lot of parade march practice marching down to the field, although about half of the time you were supposed to just be at the field by the start.
My last year of marching band, I headed up the field crew. We never had to march down, because we were too busy packing and unpacking a early 1980's school bus that had been converted into the Band Bus (basically took all the seats out, and added a few racks). The packing scheme had all the pit stuff tied down and then flags and water coolers and all sorts of things elsewhere. The only room we had for the sousaphone cases was on top of the bus. We always drove the sousaphones down because the band director was not easy with the idea of five idiots making their way down there with a highly expensive instrument by themselves.
Its not fun hauling 5 sousaphone cases up to the top of a bus. So we decide that we've got a better idea: one of the field crew has a full size pick-up truck, we'll just stick them in that. Hell yes.
Problem: with all 5 cases in the bed, the gate on the bed won't close.
Solution: I sit in the back and hold onto the fifth case.
All is well and good, until one day, the crew was running late. We left the band hall at the time we were supposed to be on the field. So the driver is driving pretty fast.
The way the field is set up, the asphalt road approaches and then turns away from the field, and a gravel parking lot bridges the gap.
Imagine if you will the shear terror I felt as this pickup truck began to spin out, and the sousaphone cases (with me attached to one of them) began sliding out with disturbing force. Luckily the driver handles it properly and we don't fully spin, and I am not thrown from the back of the truck in a small avalanche of thousands of dollars' worth of musical insturments.
From that day on, we hauled the cases up to the top of the bus.
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Another funny story concerning that very same truck driver involved her driving over a $1000 trumpet. Wooops.
One of our horn players (of which we have two) has a fucking huge dent in the front bend of his french horn that he claims was put there by a Honda. Apparently you can see the emblem in the dent but he's full of shit.
He also sounds like a mating moose covered in a thick blanket.
No interesting stories. He's just creepy and stupid.
I was the first horn all throughout High School and I can say, without any reservation, that the Trombone section was usually the most off the wall, but the French Horn sections were always the strangest, and rarely in a funny way.
Woo band people! I did marching band all through high school, was drum major senior year. I am now a member of the Spirit of Gold Vanderbilt Marching Band. It is good, especially given our team's rank so far (21 bitches).
I play trumpet.
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When I was in Midsummer Night's Dream the cast all changed in the band room between scenes. Lots of people stripped down to undies to change costumes. I accidentally caught sight of a female cast-mate's nipple for a split-second when she took her shirt off too quickly.
That's about it.
Ghost Rider meets Earthworm Jim.
Also, brilliant!
And I was finally able to rent an alto last week here because I didn't want my one from home shipped over.
Goddamn does it feel good to play it
Now, due to the size of the band, we can't all fit into our designated section, so the saxes have a few rows in the front in an adjacent section. Normally, this is great, because we get to do our own thing and have a pretty good view of the field. The problem is that the rest of the section behind us is composed of drunk college kids.
The students start pushing to reach the field and we're all worried that we're about to die from massive trampling. We managed to get out of the way, eventually, but one of my friends had her leg fractured from being pushed against the railing.
What the hell, K.
Why are your people broken.
I laughed pretty hard at rockets red glare.
monsterror, you cad
Viv will I look good with a stache
Shit son you go to UCONN?
I live in fucking Mansfield
Of course I'm at school right now, but that's only in hartford so
You need to build an actual town. I don't drink and there isn't much to do around here besides drink. Makes for rather lackluster weekends.
Well, the weekends without band. All two of them.
Hell, if it weren't for UCONN
I don't think anyone would know a damn thing about mansfield/storrs
Willimantic would have become an ever expanding cesspool in the middle of the woods
The end
Go in the woods somewhere
Tip a motherfuckin' cow
Get drunk and also stoned
Read a book read a book read a motherfucking book
Go down to Willimantic and shoot up some heroin and go to a chinese buffet
Uh-oh I accidentally deleted my signature. Uh-oh!!
Yeah, that's about right. At least the local sushi place is good.
Is it?
I'm not a big seafood person so I've never gone
Also good food in the area is some great indian curry at Wings Express
And I guess Main Street Cafe in Willimantic too
That's about it though
There's curry at Wings Express? Everyone orders from Wings over Storrs for the superior quality of the wings, so I've never even seen a menu for Wings Express.
Anyways, yeah, the Sushi place is good. The Thai restaurant is decent as well. The food is good, but the selection is rather limited. You get a free Thai iced tea with your UCONN ID, though.
Anyway, back to band.
Back in high school, freshman year there were no upperclassmen in the section. The one senior had been promoted to drum major, leaving the position of section leader to fall to a pair of sophomores. Not surprisingly, we often goofed off instead of worked during sectionals.
One day, our fearless leaders decided to go explore the woods adjacent to the school. Being more studious than the rest, I decided to stay behind and practice a bit. I could hear them chatting as they went in and heard them discover an old computer in the woods, which soon after went over the cliff. They had fun taking turns tossing it off the cliff for a little bit.
One of the guys who also decided to stay behind decided to hurl a rock in the general direction of the voices. Some cursing is heard, and then silence. All of a sudden, one of the guys tears out of the woods carrying the computer and hurls it at the other fellow. Fortunately, the offender was fast enough to dodge the projectile.
Not as exciting as lighting a penis on fire, but it's the only time I've seen a computer used as a deadly weapon.
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sup let's be lame together
8-)
I fail to see at what point being drum major and acting responsibly became intertwined.
I enjoy it heartily when I get the chance
I'll go get my white coat and 3' white and red plume. Gimme a minute.
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We "lost" our band director in the first week of the season and the band was mine. I had way too much shit to do and, at that point in my life, I gave a shit.
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Way lamer.
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because that was a pretty good movie
My stories are just terrible. They're like, alright, say you have a dog drowning in a pool. Nothing funny happened to get the dog in the pool. There's nothing you can do to get the dog out of the pool. Part of you wishes you could make up some sort of funny scenario so that at least you could tell the story later. But, in the end, it's just a dog drowning in a pool.
Possibly a paraplegic dog.
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I don't know!
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this is coming from a top of the line snare drummers point of view
I quite enjoyed it
My last year of marching band, I headed up the field crew. We never had to march down, because we were too busy packing and unpacking a early 1980's school bus that had been converted into the Band Bus (basically took all the seats out, and added a few racks). The packing scheme had all the pit stuff tied down and then flags and water coolers and all sorts of things elsewhere. The only room we had for the sousaphone cases was on top of the bus. We always drove the sousaphones down because the band director was not easy with the idea of five idiots making their way down there with a highly expensive instrument by themselves.
Its not fun hauling 5 sousaphone cases up to the top of a bus. So we decide that we've got a better idea: one of the field crew has a full size pick-up truck, we'll just stick them in that. Hell yes.
Problem: with all 5 cases in the bed, the gate on the bed won't close.
Solution: I sit in the back and hold onto the fifth case.
All is well and good, until one day, the crew was running late. We left the band hall at the time we were supposed to be on the field. So the driver is driving pretty fast.
The way the field is set up, the asphalt road approaches and then turns away from the field, and a gravel parking lot bridges the gap.
Imagine if you will the shear terror I felt as this pickup truck began to spin out, and the sousaphone cases (with me attached to one of them) began sliding out with disturbing force. Luckily the driver handles it properly and we don't fully spin, and I am not thrown from the back of the truck in a small avalanche of thousands of dollars' worth of musical insturments.
From that day on, we hauled the cases up to the top of the bus.
*****
Another funny story concerning that very same truck driver involved her driving over a $1000 trumpet. Wooops.
He also sounds like a mating moose covered in a thick blanket.
No interesting stories. He's just creepy and stupid.
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Trojans!
Hey, hey. Hey.
Play that one song.
You know which one.
I play trumpet.
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My guess is that from the time I land in Oregon till the time I leave I'll probably play Tribute about 20,000 - 30,000 times
Honestly, do you guys get sick of it?