When we were warming up before halftime, I noticed the rain was going sideways. lolwut?
That trumpet chick who I had dinner with came up to me in our before show popwow, complaining of really cold hands. I felt her left hand with my right, it felt dead. I started focusing energy into my hand via qigong meditation, and I felt my hand warming up. when I first did qigong, my qi/ki/chi was cold, but I guess I can change that on a whim. I also added in a Tibetan monk thing where you envision yourself on fire, and it actually raises your core temperature. These things take a lot of focus. Suddenly I hear “Holy shit!”
"My hand’s warming up." lolwut?
-repeats process on other hand-
I gots skills. Cold doesn’t effect me, and I can cure it? Hell yeah.
Now that I’m home, actually, about to go to bed, I hung up my beret, uniform gloves, and the blue gloves I use for warmness up. On my sister’s old cello/ bass guitar stand.
So today was the band’s pasta dinner to raise funds for uniform/ instrument account. We got a new drumline last year, 3 sousaphone cases this year, and next year we’re pretty much set on new uniforms. I get there with no idea who Imma eat with, as I get my food, I find this freshman trumpet chick who I’ve befriended, you could say I adopted this freshman, she’s a future sousaphone player.
Then 2 of her older brothers showed up. The eldest is one of the coolest people around. The younger…creeper. I understand he just wants to be friends with my crew and I, but the way he acts is just… ew. You’ve gotten a group the doesn’t push people away, and you freak us out. He better work on his personality and social skills if ever wants me to act friendly towards him. Regardless, it was an enjoyable dinner.
Now off to the game. It’s been raining since band rehearsal in the morning. Raincoats!!!! We march in, get behind where we preset for pregame, and do a left face to the Shaw crowd. Only got to play one short song, I wish we could’ve played some Show 1 music (I’d love to do sousaphone suicides in front if a show style band’s crowd. Alas, that was denied.). Then we were told we can’t march on the field tonight. Back around the track.
It’s senior night for sports, band, and choir. We play Beauty and the Beast for the tunnel song, which ever band member hates and doesn’t know. That was a bleh.
We get in the stands to see Shaw silently marching in, hooded sweatshirts, looking like a red KKK. (Burn these whiteys! Oh, that’s only half of this city? dammit.) Everyone is all “OMG THEY GOT BIGGER!” I looked at their tubas and said “Three? they had 6 for the last 2 years, no way did they get bigger.” But still, they insist.
Now’s the part where they play something and melt our faces, right?
WRONG! The band famous for being loud as fuck failed to deliver. They sounded like one of the white bands at first. They played loud at halftime, but it wasn’t the Shaw I’m used too. They once played a tuba cadence that interrupted conversations my freshman year. I migt have played at the same level as them.
Back to halftime, we rocked it. It was a standstill on the track, but we rocked it. An old childhood friend of mine was standing not too far away from me, I kept glancing at him to read how good I was doing. I did awesome. The band did awesome. When 6 Foot 7 Foot came up in the drumbreak, you know we had it. To think we got all worked up for nothing, we had it!
The rain and cold had both bands leave after halftime. Said friend and some other band kids returned to the game in street clothes, I had half a mind to take a tuba back to the game, alas, I did not. Woulda been hella awesome if I did. Standing around in the student section felt weird initially, but it was a fun time.
AND OUR TEAM FINALLY WON A GAME! 14-0. I expected us to get murdered, both on the football and band fronts, but we showed that we GOT IT.
We practiced really hard today, running the show over and over until it’s finally fairly decent. No real breakdowns, we actually were stopped by the director to compliment a few drummers who stepped off at the right time and allegedly hit someone who didn’t.
We got the dancebreak up to a somewhat good level. During rehearsal the director said “You look like you learned it yesterday.” We broke down in laughter (despite cold and rain) because we did learn it yesterday. Soon afterwords, it looked almost performable.
Is Shaw a formidable band? Yes. Louder than any band can hope to be? Yes. But we aren’t them. We’re the Panther band. Our identity is in the scatterdrill and dancebreak. We aren’t a high stepping show band, we’re a traditional style, leaning on some corps influence. We have audible flutes and clarinets, a strong alto sax line, and two tubas putting out more sound than I’d ever expect from an EHS sousaphone line. We do have dedicated and capable band members, and Show 2 will start off well, despite the rain.
I’m already thinking of a spot in the drumbreak where we could add sousaphone suicides. This might be our new tradition. 6 Foot 7 Foot is kinda perfect for it, in my mind’s eye.
So, Shaw, bring it. You do your thing, we’ll do ours. We’ll both put on awesome shows tonight, and I’m ready for it.
I can’t believe I was mentally giving up yesterday. I shouldn’t be so weak because of ONE half assed rehearsal. I saw us for what we really are today, and we’ll put that on the field tonight.
With the end of several on-going anime series comes 2 new announcements for Ao no Exorcist and BLOOD-C.
First off, a magazine scan from Jump Square’s November issue (which will release on October 4) has revealed that an Ao no Excorist film is in production and will hit theaters. There isn’t much details in the magazine scan, but hopefully we’ll get more news soon.
My status:I have a blacklight connected to this lamp next to my computer desk. Usually it gets a little hot when I have it on, but today it melted the plastic lampshade and it fell when I was watching TV, and half of the bulb is burnt. I hear it crackling right now. O.o
Random chick:tragic o.o
dude that has a crush on me:Umm sir....please be careful. kthxbye
Me:It's probably gonna explode. Only a few feet away from me.
The resulting comment chain is some good trolling. It's fun convincing someone who wants your cock that you're about to get blown up.
I’m tired of it. Our band needs to be yelled at before we can get to attention. They can’t play, they can’t march, they don’t understand how to dress the form, or that the one guy in the pinwheel shouldn’t move, or how to play bellfront. They get the bellfront part, but the mellos and trumpets just point the horn perpendicular to their bodies without even having their lips on the horn.
Drumline can’t get “Go left 8, then right 8, then up 4, then up 4.” How fucking easy is that?
So many things are wrong, I had to yell at at least 3 sections over basics like no talking at attention, when to mark time, when to not mark time, as that section leader proclaims “thank you!”
Tomorrow night, we face one of the best high school bands around. This group, the only high stepping show band in our league, is a small band, but it’s a powerhouse. I’m talking about the internationally known Shaw band. They went to China, they played for the president, and they’re going to embarrass the fuck out of us.
And I’m actually not overstating anything. These guys are a marching band year roud. They’re disciplined, dedicated, and LOUD. They use some technique of exercising with their instruments that makes a hornline of 30 sound almost as loud as a college band. In their eyes, they are everything my band wants to be, but we’re a joke to them.
And it’s true. You wont see Shaw break performance once. The entire game is showtime for them, and we can’t even pull off our show at this rate.
Our drum break is 6-Foot 7-Foot.
We’re using an alumni as a Big Ten/ Show style drum major.
My band’s gonna beg me to play ESPN. Shaw is famous for playing that. It’s their theme. If I play it, they’re gonna drown us out.
EDIT: What’s worse, there’s gonna be a crowd of music majors watching us, one is a close friend, and he can be harsh. The pressure keeps building.
Everything with this band is wrong. Our director doesn’t know how to run a band, the band doesn’t march, doesn’t play, doesn’t give any effort. We were supposed to let 3 or 4 people out of band to audition for the fall play. a fifth of the band left. There’s no discipline. There’s nothing.
And to think I had hope. I hauled my ass, thinking if I play and march strong and show dedication and pride in what I do, our band would follow suit. If this band was full of Bobs, people who strive for excellence and have ambition to be in DCI; or people like our trumpet section leaders, the backbone of the melody; or the 2 or 3 freshmen who are excited at the thought of joining my sousaphone line next year; or at least the people who care enough to play and march correctly, we’d have a wonderful band, something to be proud of.
As I walked out of the high school today, I had no pride, due to those people who can’t fucking get a clue or show respect for themselves and the band.
After venting all this, I honestly don’t know what’s going to keep me going. Shaw’s tubas, probably 6, will sound like 30. I admire that, I want to play as loud as 5 tubas all the time, I’ll push myself so I can be at least somewhat comparable to them. But if we’re still a band with no spirit on Monday, I might not have any driving factor anymore. 100 cats can show more discipline and professionalism. I can’t stand it, honestly.
I’m completely disgusted with my schools varsity football team.
Tonight during the last 30 some odd seconds of our field show the coaches ran out and started screaming and cursing at our drum major to get the band off the field. Then the football team had the nerve to run though the still half…
That is so fucking disrespectful. If that was me, I’d slam them in the face with my marching baritone.
I would slam a bitch’s head into my sousaphone bell. I’d go right for the coach.
Once all the blood drips off, I’d lead the band into not playing a damn thing the rest of the game. If the other band’s fight song is the same as ours (usually it is, Across the Field a la OSU), then we’d play it with them, shit.
I watched that video were that soldier came out to his dad on the phone.
There were so many comments. Several good, several bad.
One was along the lines of how homosexuality isn’t natural.
I thought I’d enlighten him. “There is a high rate of homosexuality in certain bat species. Is that unnatural?”
I check my youtube inbox today.
Their stupid, that’s why thay didn’t evolve.
Their stupid? Bats down own stupids, they have no concept of property. And apparently, being heterosexual means you’re more evolved.
Damn, I’d hate to have to tell that to my gay/lesbian/bisexual friends and acquaintances. I guess me and my straightfest friends are higher up on the genetic ladder. Although some of them are smarter than me, despite getting wasted every weekend. And on Thursdays (this party is faaa~bulous!). And even though it would be impossible for anyone to be higher evolved because the simpler life forms would all be….
Wait for it….
Gay. And if a species starts out all homosexual, there’s no reproduction, and no evolution at all.