1. My life
2. The best thing ever.
3. One of the hardest sports that is often overlooked.
4. Where you learn to march, play music better(while you march), spin flags, rifles or sabres(if you do color guard), and work together to perform a great show.
5. One large family with lots of incest. Made up of the band, the drum majors, the band director, the colorguard and the, usually very hot, drumline.
6. In marching band you usually participate in the following: competitions, halfime performances, practices, 3 hour bus rides, and parades.
7. Your excuse for not doing homework.
8. Where you also learn leadership, how to work with others, how to have fun, and how to work hard, even if your sick and feel like your going to faint.
9. Your salvation after dealing with all of your other classes every day.
10. Going to band camp.
11. The best thing I ever joined.
"Thinking the show will never work. And then, finally, it comes all together and you have achieved perfection , drumming your hands off and playing your brains out and tossing higher than the sky. A slice of time in a stadium when everyone cheers and your mom cries and pictures get taken and once, just once, you have the world in your hands. And the band marches out of the stadium and down the street, always together whether it's success or not, and you know by the feeling in your hear it doesn't get any better than this. And you know if your director asked you to turn around and "do it just one more time a little better" you would"
I love that quote(or whatever) and that's exactly how you feel in marching band. Anyone who doesn't like marching has never done it.
The band room is your home
The bus rides your sleepovers... movies, games, truth or dare, and just being perverts!
The band wing is the cool hang out spot in the morning, even on days when you don't have band.
Social life = band. you have no time for anything else between band camp, rehersals, football games, more rehersals, competitions, auditions...
a band is a single unit that works together, in marching band, you find your very best friends, and your family.
and band can also be your source of injury like being run over by the tuba, or hit in the head by the colorguard.
in short... band = love
try marching 7/8 in the shower - falls
driving car around "snowflakes" in parking lot (actually chairs lol)
band memories...are the best ones I've got
The absolute most pimping thing you could ever join.
We have band practice.
Marching Band Competition.
1. A sport that kicks brass!
2. The people who GRACIOUSLY allow the football team to play at our out door concerts.
3. The only place where fingering isn't dirty (lol).
4. (For the Sousaphones) Talent that weighs eighty pounds.
5. Blood, sweat, and metronomes.
6. A true test of ability and strength.
7. The best combination of blowing, tounging, fingering, and percussion!
9. (MTD) A Musically Transmitted Disease.
10. Hardcore (or Hardcorps!)
11. The best experience of my life!
12.(Just for the trumpets) We rule the Marching Band, next stop...the world!
This one time at band camp...
The best damn sport in the world. Drumline, Flagline, and Hornline all working together to show those *other* bands what we're all about.
AIRPORT, you are not a scufflin' band. You are a marching band. Do it right!
Play with the band, *sigh*, not with yourselves.
Sell it ladies, sell it!
You will always be our sexiest drumline!
a group of students with instruments that march in various formations during pre-game and/or half-time while playing aforementioned instruments
band members are subject to hear such phrases from the band director as...
1. "feet on the beat, feet on the beat"
2. "pick up those knees!!!"
3. "that's not attention!!!"
4. "this is a marching band, NOT a walking band!!"
5. "keep those bells up!! you're not waiting for a bus!!"
6. "left! left! left!"
7. "this is a fight song, not a lullaby!!!"
8. "come on, row that boat!!!"
9. "posture people, POSTURE!!!!"
10. "ARRGH!!!!" (and other crazy-pirate sounding yells)
in addition, students may hear various words and/or phrases from other students, such as yelling, chanting, and various profanities
the marching band's lines were horribly crooked during its pre-game routine.
A sport in which the participants run around on the field wearing STINKIN' HOT UNIFORMS, playing music of some sort, while carrying instruments of varying sizes. All this AFTER 12 or so hour days of hotter than hades practices and pain. And yet, we keep coming back...I LOVE IT!!!
My band director's philosophy concerning shows was, "If you don't end the show out of breath and about to pass out, you didn't give it your all."