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Post by hornprincess on Sept 12, 2005 18:58:38 GMT -5
When first trombones are playing second:
Greg: Hey Daniel, ya know, if we're gonna play second, we're gonna hafta play it... tastefully... Daniel: Define... tastefully... *laughter from everyone within hearing range*
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Post by woodwindchick on Sept 14, 2005 7:24:36 GMT -5
Taylor: So you're going to get copies of that jazz stuff for me by fifth period, right? Me: Of course. Taylor: Good, 'cause if you don't, I'll have to hunt you down. Which won't be hard since I sit right next to you.
BD: All right, since there's people in this class that don't know each other, we're going to go around and you're going to say your name, your grade, and something memorable about you. *on my turn* Me: I'm Megan, I'm a senior, and I'm in four band classes. BD: It's true. The only thing she's not in is orchestra. It's because she loves me, you know. *later* Brandon: I'm Brandon, I'm a senior, and I went to Nintendo of America this summer. Guys: *cheer* BD: You guys are such geeks.
BD: Kristen, that's good. You could play our a little more, but that's good. Brad: We can actually hear bass trombone! BD: Shh! Don't let her think we couldn't hear it before! We could hear it... it was just always the day after the concert.
BD: So these people called me up the other day and were like, "Hey, will your band play for us?" and I was like, "It's the beginning of the school year, are you crazy?" and they were like, "Well, what if we pay you 500 bucks?" and I was like, "Oh, okay."
Band: *finishes the National Anthem* Brad, Amie, Lauren, Brandon and I: *burst into the fight song* Boom boom CRASH! Boom boom CRASH! Duhnananaduhnanana boom boom CRASH! Stacy: You guys are such seniors....
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Post by trumpetskickbrass on Sept 14, 2005 23:16:15 GMT -5
O gawd i LUV this thread ;D
BD:*while doing pilaties* "Ok everyone stop, you all look like a bunch of idiots, no one knows wut they're doing"
during class: "*BLAATT*...*silence*... Ok dont EVER make that sound in here again."
"Its a BEEAAUUUtiful day for marching band!"
During class; BD: Move over zach, i cant see the metronome" Zach: Is that a fat joke?!"
*calling attendance* BD: Zach? Zach: Here! BD: Where are you?!" Zach: right here! BD: jump up and down so i can see you! (because Zach is extremly short, lol)
BD: "Both hands on the wheel Kwado." (cause he always plays his Euph with one hand)
*b4 going thro a run of the show* BD: "May the force be with you."
*in a practice room b4 skool* Me: Ok, it starts in measure 54 Hunter: *looks at my music* Me: why r u looking at mine? Hunter: cause i havent numbered mine yet Me: *fumbles words* You havent measured your THING yet??!!" Hunter:...Dude....OHMYGOSH THAT SOUNDED WRONG.."
During Class Deio(our only tuba player): *misses entrance* BD: *stop metronome* DIEO!!!! Come on!! Come in at the right time..or..orr...*picks up beanie baby* Im gonna throw this frog in your bell." Dieo: *plays again and misses entrance* BD: *chucks frog at Sousa phone bell* Dieo: Ahhh!!!
*While doing breathing exersizes* BD: I dont want to see you get tall!! I want to see your tummys go out when you suck in air!! Girls, its ok to be fat for 3 seconds!! Here we go *turns on metronome* Fat! skinny! fat! skinny! fat! skinny! fat!! skinny! fat! skinny! fat! skinny!"
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Post by woodwindchick on Sept 15, 2005 7:19:22 GMT -5
Taylor: It'd be kinda cool to have only one arm. Me: But then you wouldn't be able to play your instrument! You need both arms! Unless you play trumpet, I guess. Nick: And trombone, too. Me: That'd be kinda difficult. Nick: Well, if you had your arm cut off at, like, the elbow or something, you could hold the trombone up with the stump and then work the slide with your other arm. Me: Yeah, I guess that could potentially work. Nick: You know what'd be REALLY cool? If you had a FAKE arm. Me: Yeah! Especially if you used it to beat people, 'cause then it only hurts them and not you! Nick: And what if you had a little joystick to control it, like a video game? Taylor: Remind me again how this conversation got started?
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Post by karby on Sept 15, 2005 9:44:01 GMT -5
EEEEEEEE marching band quotes... Hehe...
BD: So the only place we can change is on the bus. Thats right, we're drum coring it. *panic striken look on a couple of the freshies faces, cept for us peoples who changed on the bus in hs* BD: Now hang on there, before you have a heartattack. There won't be any side shows in the aisles or anything... SL: You wanna bet?
DM: Free food, two of the most popular 4 letter F words in college.
BD: Ven-ter-ini! *clapping rhythum* (and yes I know I can't spell rhythem...)
BD: And after we win the game... *is drowned out by hysterical laughter*
BD: yay, its sarcastic Wednesday!
SL: Saxes, we do it on the 50! Sax: But, we aren't on the 50 this year... We're on the 20! SL: Saxes, we do it everywhere!
Sax 1: You can do it! Other saxes: ALL NIGHT LONG!!!!!!!
*Back when we were still neophytes... Its a tradition, if I explained it to you, I'd have to kill you... J/K...* DM: So, you have to name your class of knights. So whats it gonna be? Random kid: The knights who say ni? DM: No, sadly, that one got used for last year's class. Random kid: Neophytes gone wild? DM: Yah, cuz I totally wanna stand up there and say, "I am the defender of the class of Neophytes gone wild!
*after the line the saxes are leading at the rehearsal for the kick off luncheon comes in through the wrong door, and it turns out that they were about to tell us to change to go through that door anyways* Saxes: We didn't do it wrong, we did it right accidently! We're psychic, dontcha know!
Random kid: I throw my gauntlet at you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*Reciting fight song for fun* Kid: "Black and gold charge right to the line!" *while throwing up his white sleeved arm on black and his black arm on gold*
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Post by Flutist Kes on Sept 15, 2005 17:55:55 GMT -5
Sax player: *Swats at fly.* BD: Don't bother with the fly! Just leave it alone, and watch me. I don't care if there's a... a... a dinosaur behind you! Band: *Hysterical laughter.*
Later: BD: Oh, gosh- Dinosaur?
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Post by iluvmybassclarinet on Sept 15, 2005 22:09:18 GMT -5
BD: AHHHH! *acts like he has a gun or grenade and shoots/throws at you when u mess up* Band member: *stands there*
Percussionist a.k.a Concussionist
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Post by woodwindchick on Sept 15, 2005 22:19:53 GMT -5
BD: You guys are so weird! Brad: Weird is good! Lauren: Would you rather us be normal? BD: Before seven in the morning? Yeah?
Amie: I wonder why she put us in sectionals. Stacy: It's because she doesn't want to see your face, Amie.
Lauren: Was that a low A, Nick? Nick: *nods* Lauren: Nice. Amie: It makes me want to make this thing grow. *motions to her alto* Lauren: Plant food! Saxes: *laugh* Lauren: Of course, all it would really grow would be rust. Amie: Rust farm!
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Post by trumpetgirl on Sept 16, 2005 15:00:35 GMT -5
BD: "Blow Trumpets,BLOW!!!" Trumpets started laughing, and my BD said,"Tongue it also!! Blow it tongue it!!" It's an inside joke..
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Post by Duel of the Flutes on Sept 16, 2005 15:08:40 GMT -5
Sax player: *Swats at fly.* BD: Don't bother with the fly! Just leave it alone, and watch me. I don't care if there's a... a... a dinosaur behind you! Band: *Hysterical laughter.* Later: BD: Oh, gosh- Dinosaur? you stole my quote!! darn. oh well... it was pretty funny. it took him THAT LONG to figure out he said something really drastic like that. lol I love our bd... he's so spontanious at times. eww... no I don't love him like that. oooh I have a quote from last year well this one day, it was "National Hug Day", so my friend and I went around giving random people hugs, and she dared me to hug our bd, and I was like "eew", but then I told her I'd definitely get back at her (I love plotting revenge...) and went up to our band director... Me: "hey Mr.S... it's National Hug Day!" *hugs bd* BD: "it's what?!?!?!" Me: "National Hug Day!" BD: "that's the worst holiday ever invented." Me: *snickers and walks away wiping bd germs off me...* lol
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Post by Keyboard_Countessa on Sept 17, 2005 16:27:09 GMT -5
*band plays really loud/cool-sounding chord* assistant BD: Mothers will be crying, babies will have tears streaming down their face, people who are divorced will get back together! There's gonna be a lot of love in that stadium when you play that chord.
BD: Bryan, when I don't want to cuss at you you make me smile.
BD: Karysa, I'm very disappointed in your grade for Psychology class. 102 and a half... I told you that anything below 105 is unacceptable!
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Post by bedlamsbard on Sept 17, 2005 19:57:40 GMT -5
*at orchestra camp* Dr. Ott (flute professor): I want you to make the audience rip their clothes off!
Jonah (trombonist): I can do it! I CAN DO ANYTHING!
*first day of rookie marching* Chris (graduate): I've waited five years to get up here and yell at people.
*during drilldown/at attention* David (drummer): Don't move. Don't laugh. Don't giggle. Don't even breathe.
BD: Trombones are God's gift to all instruments!
DM: I smoke iron joy cows at halftime! (Eye of the Tiger, Smoke on the Water, Iron Man, Joy to the World, Carry on Wayward Sons)
Everybody: ROLL-OFF! Drumline: *roll off* Someone: *bleet* BD: ARGH!
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Post by Flutist Kes on Sept 17, 2005 21:27:45 GMT -5
Singin So, there are a whole lotta quotes from the pep game Friday, but I'll let Duels take 'em... 'cause apparently I take all the quotes. ;D But she wasn't at the Haunted Forest, so I can say those. So there. Trumpet player: *Rips hole is pants... you can see his underwear.* Other trumpet player: Dude, put that away! Trumpet player (with ripped pants): *Poses on coffin, trying to be sexy.* It's the October picture! Graduated trumpet player: I wish I had my camera. Trombone dude: I'm glad I don't. *Me and another girl, specially named Sarah, have to pick up screws from the bottom of the floor of a trailer.* Trumpet player: MOVE OUT OF THE WAY! We've got stuff to take out! Me and Sarah: *Put screws on shelf, get out.* [inside: *CRASH!* *All screws fall down.*] BD: Well, I guess you have to pick them all up again. Sarah: Mr. S! BD: *Really cheesy and fake.* I love you Sarah. [Still picking up screws.] BD: You're still not done? Me: Well, if you didn't knock them down... BD: Oh, yeah. [Trying to lift stupid boards.] Me: NIKKI! I NEED YOU! Nikki: Why? Me: Because I have half the strength of a normal person. You have a little more than half the strength of a normal person. We count as one person! [Amy hunting bees...] Amy: Hey, I killed a bee, guys, and named it Fred Jr. Me: OK... Me: *At picnic table.* HEY, AMY! I think Fred Jr.'s cousins are coming to attack you. Bee: *On my pizza.* Me: *Hits bee.* MY PIZZA! Nikki: Ahh! A bee! Amy: Oh, I'll get it! John: *Squishes bee.* Amy: Nooo, I wanted to kill it! John: Why? Amy: So I could stick it's corpse in my pocket! Me: What, are you trying to form a dead bee collection? John: You are one sad, twisted little girl.
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Post by Duel of the Flutes on Sept 18, 2005 15:25:23 GMT -5
actually Flutist Kes, you can steal the quotes from pep band... I forgot them all.
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Post by Flutist Kes on Sept 18, 2005 16:11:00 GMT -5
actually Flutist Kes, you can steal the quotes from pep band... I forgot them all. How do you forget them? [Before game] Trombone: *Hands out little plates with blue and gold pictures.* Me: I think I'll name it... TOM! And yours is Bob. Dad: Hey, can I wear this to the game? *Holds up varsity jacket... from the opposing school.* Me: Su- Wait, NO WAY! Me: Where's my dad? He's supposed to be on the field taking pictures. I need him to take a picture of the band. Duel: There he is! Over on the other side. Me: Oh... OK... well, I don't really feel like getting beat up today, so I'll wait. Me: *Ties sweater around my neck.* DUDE! I'M SUPERMAN! [Applying face paint to everyone] Sax player: OK, I'm running out of paint, so you three can be the one-striped flutes. [Later, at the concession stands] *All 3 flutes get hot chocolate.* Me: So, now we must be the one-striped hot chocolate flutes! [Rival school's marching band going out to the field.] Me: Wow. They are REALLY small. Flute: I think there's 18. Me: DUDE! Our Pep Band is bigger than their entire marching band! [Rival marching band playing "Stars and Stripes Forver."] Me: Hey, Duel- maybe you should play along with them. Help them out. No one can hear them over here. [Rival band still playing] Me: Are they playing? I can't hear them. *Cymbol crash.* Me: Oh. So, they ARE playing. Duel: We should just run out onto the field and play with them. [Little cheerleaders from the elementary schools go out while the band is playing.] Me: This is so sad... they did kiddie cheerleaders to help the band put on a half-time show. [Holding up signs, cheering for our team.] Person A: LET'S! Person B: GO! Person C: AIRPORT! Person D: JETS! Random Person: Backwards! Person D: JETS! Person C: AIRPORT! Person B: GO! Person A: LET'S! Randome person: Sideways! Person C: AIRPORT! Person D: JETS! Person B: GO! Person A: LET'S?! [Two guys (A and B) paint their stomachs "GO" and "JETS." More chanting with two others.] Band Kid: LET'S! Person A: GO! Person B: JETS! Non-Band: YEEAAAH! [After game- we won] Me: We caught 20 bears and lost 7 jets! Dad: You know, I think I did really good... I stayed neutral. Me: You were on the field taking picture. Dad: So? Me: You cheated.
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