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Sunday, November 14, 2010

Been a band booster too long?

50 Signs You've Been In Band Too Long

Hilarious truisms that every band geek loves!

When you hear music and start marking time. 
When you walk behind someone and you're in step with them. 
When you try to guess the tempo of your favorite song.
When all your friends are in the band. 
When you don't mind changing clothes on a bus. 
When you point out key changes and dynamics while listening to the radio. 
When you've put more miles on the pit equipment than you have your car. 
When you like wearing your uniform. 
When people ask you about your social life and you say "Oh, you mean my trumpet?."
When you consider your drill book a fashion accessory. 
When it's fun to play the show backwards. 
When you practice your instrument more than you talk to your dog.
When being mauled by a drum is a normal part of life. 
When people worry when they see you without your instrument.
When you're eligible for free dinner points at the local fast food restaurants.
When band camp is fun. 
When you knock on peoples doors with the opening cadence. 
When someone says the word "Set" and you automatically put your head up.
When you remember flats and sharps more easily than your name. 
When you dress the lunch line, and urge others to do the same. 
When you can show up to practice in your pajamas and dripping wet hair and no one notices. 
When slides feel normal. 
When your instrument has a name and you give it a birthday party.
When you remember your instrument's birthday and forget your mom's. 
When making a line is the biggest accomplishment of your day. 
When jazz running no longer reminds you of ballet. 
When "armed guard" means a girl with a pole instead of a guy with a gun.
When you have more clothes in your band locker than in your closet. 
When your uniform can get up and walk to you. When black feathers become a fashion "do". 
When you see your section more than your family. 
When everyone wants to beat the other football team...and you want to beat the other band. 
When you dream about fund raising. When you think evening practices should last longer.
When you accidentally call your band director "Dad". 
When you can sight-read. When you can put on your uniform in less than 10 minutes. 
When reeds taste good. When fund-raising food becomes part of your daily diet. 
When you think your plume is alive. When marking time is your favorite form of exercise. 
When you have a neck strap/harness tan line. 
When you subconsciously start practicing with a pencil. 
When numbers past 8 aren't important. 
When you're more opinionated about your school's band than President Obama.
When you roll-step through the cafeteria so you don't spill your lunch.
When you'd rather practice than read the list. When letters past G aren't important. 
When playing in the rain is fun.
When you chew your food in rhythm.

How I know I've Been a Band Booster Too Long (besides the fact that I understand all of the above and I was never 'in' band))

1) I posted this note.
2) I watch marching band videos on youtube.
3) I feel guilty leaving the band room without at least one extra kid to drive home.
4) I blog about the marching band...and post pics.
5) I've decorated my bathroom in band gear/photos/musical decorations. wow, I think I might have a problem.


Awards ceremony at San G. A noble finish, band in 3rd place, but scores in division 3A were highest of ALL divisions 1A thru 5A. It was a very close call. Percussion took 2nd, Pageantry 3rd.

Staging.

One last road show.

Exciting!!! almost field time!

Trumpets at San G warming up. That's Troy in the black stocking cap playing his horn.

Mr. S, Dave, Nathan, Sarah, Kassie, Bradley, Rudy, StevO, Bradley, Ashley, Christian (Seniors 2011 in a goofy pose).

Drumline...warming up at San G. Not so much wind during warm ups, but it picked  up during performance.

Pit and drumline warming up.

Shakos, plumes and jackets warming up. 

One of the many reasons I love living in Southern California, the beautiful sunsets. I was amazed again at the majesty of the Master Artist.

Almost to the field...for the final competition of this season. (Troy and Bradley).

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