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Post by stickshifty on Aug 2, 2007 19:17:34 GMT -5
(The mello staff person had a gock block since we were doing drill sans drumline.) BD: Beat that gock like it owes you money!
(Were were in the stands today getting pictures taken and it was REALLY hot. Two altos behind me started to rap). Alto 1: We're here in these dark blue shirts/ And the sun's so hot that it really hurts Alto 2: It's as hot as Satan's a**hole out here. Ehh it was probably one of those things that was funnier if you were there.
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Post by bariclaribob on Aug 3, 2007 22:37:37 GMT -5
(This is after commencment. I just said good-bye to my resigning bd, and I spot the resigning choir director on my way out. I really liked her, even though I never had her for a teacher, exactly.)
me: *waves* cd: *bustles over* Well, good bye. me: Good luck. cd: You're a great kid. Amazing clarinetist. *turns to my grandparents* Your granddaughter is just outstanding at clarinet *my grandparents brag for a while until the cd turns back to me* cd: I want you to try out for all-state band next year. me: All-state? You think? Next year?? cd: Why not? You'll be a sophomore. me: I guess. cd: I've said it before: get a private teacher. me: I'll think about it. cd: Seriously, [last name.] You're amazing. Good luck. me: You too. *cd turns to leave* cd: I need to hug you. *we hug* grandpa: What about me? Don't I get a hug too? *the cd turns to him* cd: Of course! *grandpa looks very pleased with himself* cd: *whispers to me* Was that man really your grandfather?
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Post by jello on Aug 4, 2007 20:54:25 GMT -5
((During band camp when our marching director got us to break off into sections to learn how to stand at attention. BTW my band is learning a different way to march this year. I was really out of it.))
me: Attention with horns up. section: *follows instructions* me: guys remember to stand on your thingies *points to platform of shoes* section: *some adjusts position* one girl: Wait, are we supposed to be on our toes? me: No but I should be able to slide a credit card under your feet. one girl: *gives me confused look then goes back to attention* me: just make sure that your weight is on your balls. stand on your balls. section: *breaks attention to laugh* me: *laughs* okay attention
---------------------------------------------------- ((stretching. the director was standing in front of the trumpet guy))
director: left feet out band: *puts out left foot* director: now the right trumpet: *doesn't switch* director: you shouldn't have favorites between your feet
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Post by Clarisax on Aug 5, 2007 16:12:45 GMT -5
After we'd just completed a move... Asisstant BD: [meaning to say "that wasn't bad"] Good job, guys! That was bad!
[BD tries to write "desire" on the whiteboard, but writes "derise" instead] BD: I really do have a master's degree, I swear.
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Post by hchswiregrasshorn on Aug 5, 2007 20:44:38 GMT -5
Bd: (I was just walking in as he was talking) ..this piece of S*** Me: You called.
DM: (after explaining how to do a right block) O.K. Any questions? Junior Sax: Where do babies come from? Me: Don't worry, your Boyfriend will show you later tonight.
While lining off the practice field... BD: Ouch! This fire ant bit the S*** out of me. Me: That's not good. I can see someone marching on it and complaing about an ant bed being in the way. "I hate to tell you, that's not an ant bed..."
BD: *Giving us a speech while kind of yelling* Listen. No one really Wants to be out in this heat. I don't even want to be out in this heat (Changes tone) Unless I was looking for turtles. (Changes back into previous tone) But we have a job to do. Me: I told you we were second on his list.
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Post by trumpetspride on Aug 6, 2007 16:47:26 GMT -5
At music rehearsal this morning:
BD: (talking about Band Camp Talent Show) And if you want to participate, all you have to do is come and clear your act with me. Because, I'm going to be watching it too and there are some things I just don't want to see.
Trumpet: There are two routes you can take...the music route...or the memorizing route. Me: I choose memorize Trumpet: Yeah me too. (talking about playing SSB. We didn't want to get our music out/didn't have it)
Edit:
8/8/07 music practice
BD: Ok, so if anyone plays before the third beat in measure 4...I'm going to have a conniption. Band: *Starts playing, trumpets play before 3rd beat of measure 4* BD: *gives us the ARE YOU SERIOUS?! face* Ok...can someone give me something to THROW at the trumpet section?!
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Post by hchswiregrasshorn on Aug 8, 2007 17:29:11 GMT -5
At band camp...
Bd: (to the pit which we have two people in, both rookies) Ok. Dummy Number one and Dummy Number two, go stand in *insert 2 missing people here*'s spot. Pit member: I'M NUMBER ONE!!!
Yesterday at band practice, mom brought me McDonalds before practice and I was giving out fries.
Me: *to drum major* Do you want any fries. DM: Sure I'll take one. *grabs five*
later...
DM: *tosses a flag and almost hits me* OMG I'm sorry. Me: Wow. 25 fingers and you STILL can't catch a flag! (Refer to the above quote)
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Post by SaxGirl on Aug 8, 2007 17:59:46 GMT -5
Trombone: Hey, I'll have a squirt gun for you tomorrow so you can squirt anybody in the face whose horn isn't up to 10º! Me: Aww, thanks so much. I knew I could count on you. I don't want to abuse my section leaderly powers, though, and besides, water would feel good in this heat... Trombone: Yeah, good point. Flute: *later after I told her this* You didn't think to fill them with acid? Me: Yeah, we suggested lemon juice. It's a little bit more humane. *smirk*
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Post by carlysnareperson on Aug 8, 2007 20:14:22 GMT -5
Percussion Instructor:....I don't want to be an adversary.... Freshman: What's adversary? Senior: A very big word...
Trombone: [to random people], would you like to go up my butt hole? My friend: Oh I would want to go up there for like a day. And have my birthday there...
2nd Bass: (about somebody putting their charts in their pants) That's way too sexual for band camp Me: ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!
Senior snare: [to me] Do you know where you're going? Where are you going? Can you tell me where I'm going? I don't know where I'm going.
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Post by bandoforlife on Aug 8, 2007 21:34:26 GMT -5
so I was in the back of the BD's office stuffing some papers into a binder pocket when the DL instructor and one of the band parents came in to talk about something. This is what happened after the band parent left. *DL instructor shoves plastic knife into the pocket of my binder*: "ha! sucker!" *DL instructor runs out* me: *DL instructor runs back in*: "I want my knife back!" yeah. It was kinda weird.
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Post by SaxGirl on Aug 9, 2007 13:36:41 GMT -5
I'm sure most people know how the beginning of the "Can Can" goes, right? BUH BUH BUH BUH, dah dah dah dah dah dah dah, BUH BUH BUH BUH, dah dah dah dah dah dah dah.... and etc. We're playing it in our show this year (it's actually Spectacular, Spectacular from Moulin Rouge) and practiced it in low brass sectionals today. Our instructor is pretty quirky, but he's so knowledgable. He's funny without even knowing it. Instructor: So everyone plays in unison at the beginning. And 2nd trombones, you guys have an F against the baritones' G, so what is that? 2nd Trombone: Dissonance? Instructor: Right! And then the chord is resolved by the 1st trombones. It's gonna go something like this. *sings to the tune of the Can Can* IN-U-NI-SON, clash clash clash clash har-mo-ny! Low brass: What the-! *cracks up* I guess you kind of had to be there. Trombone: Hey, I made up a trombone section gang sign! Me: Really? That's kind of... weird. What is it? Trombone: *holds left hand out in the way that it looks when you hold a trombone* Me: Oh. Very threatening, definitely. What're we gonna do, run around screaming, "WE'RE GONNA POKE YOUR EYES OUT?!?" The sousaphone section has a swear jar. I walked out to the instructor to suggest that we hold a brass sectional, and she was sitting in front of all the sousaphones with a list... the list had pretty much every swear word I could think of, and some that I believe were probably just made up by the sousaphones themselves. They all had prices depending on the severity of the cuss word. Sousaphone 1: [other sousa] just swore! He's gonna have to pay! Me: So, [sousaphone instructor] what'd he say? Sousaphone in question: I didn't say nothin'! Instructor: He said, umm... smart-ah. Smart, you know. Me: Smart donkey? Instructor: Yes... smart donkey. *laughs* Sousaphone 1: [other sousa], you're such a retard. Now give [instructor] 25 cents. Me: Shut up [sousa 1], you're such an intelligent donkey. Sousaphone 2: Where's my M-F'in drill marker? Me: THAT'LL BE A NICKEL, THANK YOU VERY MUCH!
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Post by ba12itone on Aug 11, 2007 19:46:04 GMT -5
*we were playing through a part in band, trumpets are slow* BD: Ok, so lets find the retard... Everyone: *laughs* *He singles out one trumpet to play, and they mess up* *Trumpet SL* THERE! WE FOUND HIM!
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Post by trumpetspride on Aug 11, 2007 22:39:10 GMT -5
BD: *giving the usual speech about drinking tons of water* Assistant BD: Be the camel!
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Post by flutesquealer on Aug 12, 2007 12:31:44 GMT -5
kenny = N1 nathen = S1 so all threw band camp kenny was nathen and nathen was kenny only because kenny had a an N on his shirt so we had to write kenny on his shirt the the BD wouldn't call him nathen anymore
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Post by trumpetspride on Aug 13, 2007 20:10:01 GMT -5
Baritone: You know your [band] pants fit when you can taste your underwear!!
Trumpet SL: Embrace the change!!
Our new chant...I think some of you guys use this one too:
Us: *sizzle* DM: *whistle* Us: HUT! DM: Feet! Us: Together! DM: Stomachs! Us: In! DM: Chest! Us: Out! DM: Shoulders! Us: Back! DM: Chins! Us: Up! DM: Eyes! Us: WITH PRIDE! DM: Eyes! Us: WITH PRIDE! DM: Eyes! Us: WITH PRIDE!!!
BD: Gush and Go! (meaning...run, drink water, run back)
Assistant BD: I know that fundamentals aren't pleasurable BD: But...they're FUNdamentals!
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