|
Post by hornprincess on Oct 22, 2005 15:00:22 GMT -5
Horn teacher: Only Tiggers bounce! (I have a bad habit of keeping time with my horn)
BD: *exasperated* Can't we just have one normal band class?!?!?! Band: Nope!
In marching basics, we were told to yell "split!" every time we crossed a yard marker, and at the end of the field, instead of tape across the floor, we just use the cocking stuff thats in the floor (we measure the field from there), so a few people (mostly low brass) yelled "CACK!" very loudly when they closed on it... it was really funny.
I've also got a couple great quotes from my physics teacher that don't have anything to do with band, but they're still really funny:
Three more IQ points and you could've been a geranium!
If brains were gasoline, you wouldn't have enough to power an ant's motercycle around a Cheerio!
|
|
|
Post by Duel of the Flutes on Oct 23, 2005 12:49:17 GMT -5
this one's not really a band quote, as it was in church choir, but it has something to do with band Mr.S (not our bd, a different guy w/ same last initial. he writes our brass stuff): *hits me on the leg with choir book* hey kid alto: *fake shouts* child abuse! me: *laughs* Mr.S: aww... I'm sorry Michelle alto: you'd better be *laughs* Mr.S: yeah, she's a fine flute player, so we'd better hold her in high esteem. *smiles* right Michelle? me: um... sure... who are we talking about now?
and another quote from Friday's game clarinet: okay, Mr.S looks like a farmer working on a toilet me: what??? where'd you get that from? clarinet: well, he does me: you have some really weird ways of looking at things. clarinet: oh come on. you're the one who's in love with Mr.S! me: it's his SON for goodness sake!!!! lol it's sort of an inside joke between us, because she's deaf in one ear, and when I told her who I liked, she didn't know that I said our bd's son instead of our bd because I was on her deaf side. so yeah.
|
|
|
Post by musicscifigirl on Oct 23, 2005 12:53:16 GMT -5
^ I didn't know J's dad was in the choir...that's kinda neat. He wrote me a solo last year in Feliz Navidad, and my dad got to play Bob the tubato lol.
|
|
|
Post by Duel of the Flutes on Oct 23, 2005 12:59:06 GMT -5
^ the whole lot of them are in there, Mr. & Mrs. S, J & J, and Mr.S's dad. they take up half the choir.
|
|
|
Post by mellamaphone on Oct 23, 2005 16:19:58 GMT -5
BD "Please play to the end of the phrase!" (to Freshie Bass Clarinet) Bass Clarinet "But I run out of breath before that" BD "You CAN take another breath" Bass Clarinet "I can?" *stares from the band*
|
|
|
Post by musicscifigirl on Oct 24, 2005 15:15:44 GMT -5
^ the whole lot of them are in there, Mr. & Mrs. S, J & J, and Mr.S's dad. they take up half the choir. lol, sounds like my church choir, only half the choir is MY family !
|
|
|
Post by taushie on Oct 28, 2005 10:39:27 GMT -5
It's been a long while since I put more quotes up! Cymbal #1: Look, it's J! ...Bum J.. Cymbal #2: ...Did you say J's a bomb?? ..HEY J! YOUR A BOMB!
|
|
|
Post by SaxGirl on Oct 28, 2005 11:28:42 GMT -5
Oooh, I have lots from last week:
We were sitting directly behind the curtain at our Hurricane Relief concert on Wednesday and we could see the PowerPoint screen show through the back. Screen: *shows No Signal, but a mirror image* Trombone player: Haha, langis on, that's Spanish!
Clarinet player: *shows picture* This is my FRIEND ANDY! He said I was cute. Then he asked me out and I said yeah, so we're dating. Trumpet player: ...couldn't you have just introduced him as your BOYFRIEND Andy?
Sax player: You like my clip on rubber Halloween tie? Me: .... it vaguely resembles the color of human flesh....
Sax/Clarinet player: *stares at 7th grade clarinet players' embouchures* It's just too horrible! Me: ?!? Him: Their embouchures are just too hard to WATCH! *hides eyes behind arm*
Tenor sax player: This tenor is so out of tune; it sounds like a dying cat...
Trombone player: This song is so dumb. I hate "Gotta Get You Into My Life." Me: You can make it interesing though! Like "Gotta Get You Into My Bed!" Sax player: ...where did THAT come from?
|
|
|
Post by brassdancer on Oct 28, 2005 16:52:49 GMT -5
A trumpet player in our band looks like Harry Potter.
BD: "Tommy? Tommy where are you? Tommy!!!!" BD: "......Harry?" Trumpet player: "HARRY! Voldemort's coming!" *5 minutes pass as Tommy finally comes* BD: "Wait, did you say Voldemort's coming?"
|
|
|
Post by Duel of the Flutes on Oct 28, 2005 21:00:22 GMT -5
^ HARRY POTTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! lol we need Flutist Kes for it to be more fun... oh well. BD: *says something mean to me, as usual* oops I'm sorry Michelle, I told you I wouldn't pick on you anymore this week! me: *fake whines* you're so mean Mr.S! BD: I know. I don't know why it is, but there's always one person in each class I like to pick on, and you just happen to be the freshman kid! and I did it last year too! me: *fake scowls* you'd never know I'm my brother's sister, huh. Mr. Sa-vel. (interesting way of pronouncing his name that we use to be mean... ) BD: well, I'd rather be Sa-vel than Michael. me: but I'm not Michael! BD: to me you are. me: *growls* WHY DOES THE BAND DIRECTOR HAVE TO KNOW ME FOR NINE YEARS? ? you'd kind of have to know my brother and bd to get some of it. our bd always says its more fun to pick on me than it was to pick on my brother, because my brother never said anything back. (or as our bd says it, "I never knew Michael could speak until about his junior year")
|
|
|
Post by Flutist Kes on Oct 29, 2005 13:35:02 GMT -5
HARRY POTTER!
Gotta love it. In 6th grade I was told I look like a feminine Harry Potter by my English teacher... Hehe.
So... quotes... [names are changed]
[At pep band] Trombone: This is just great... we've got a tuba, two tenors, one alto, a trombone, and a couple percussionists. Me: And a flute! Trombone: Yeah, whatever.
Sarah: *Calls sister, a graduated trumpet player. Who is planning on going to the game.* Amy? Get your trumpet! Amy: *Really loud over cell phone.* I'M HALF-WAY TO THE SCHOOL! I CAN'T PLAY FOR YOU! *Continues.* Sannon: *Takes phone.* Amy? We really need you. We have no trumpets right now. Amy: WHAT DO YOU MEAN, NO TRUMPETS?!
[At game.] Me: I want their band. Band groupie: I want their field. Sax: I want their girls.
Other band director: Hello, Airport pep band! Thank you for coming! Just so you know, after the third quarter, my band will be taking a break, and you can come talk to them! *Polite chatter. He leaves.* Amy: We're not going! Me: But... bu their band is good... and they invited us... Amy: TRAITOR!
Trombone: Hey, Kes, ready to go talk to the other band?! Me: YEEEEAAAHHHH!!! Amy: TRAITORS!
[Walk to band. Talk and stuff.] DM: *Yells something.* Band: *Waves.* HI! Me: *Looks behind us.* Oh... HEY! They're waving at us!
[Done. Going back.] Me: *Jumps up and down.* BYE! Band: BYE! Sax: Wow. You like that band too much. Me: We're just one big happy family! We've adopted each other. Sax: I didn't need to know that. Me: Did you know they have 7 flutes? Sax: Do I care? Me: And no piccolos... wow, we must have 20 flutes and pics, versus their 7. Sax: You are such a flute band geek. Me: What can I say? They're my species. Sax: Yeah, an alien species.
[We win. Yea. At gates.] Trombone: *Puts mask on.* I'M BATMAN! Me: Can I be Batgirl?
Trombone: *Jumps in front of ranndom people.* Kid: Wow, it's Batman!
Trombone: Trick or Treat! Guy: *Gives him candy.* Trombone: Wow. It works.
Trombone: Some of the other band kids asked for my phone number. Tenor: Yeah? So? Trombone: They were girls.
[At school after unloading.] *Band kids get in back of truck and lie down.* Dad: Ummm... Isn't that illegal? Driver: Only if we get caught. Besides, I'm only driving them over to Sterling. Me: They could walk. It's, like, 100 feet away. Guy in back: But this is cooler!
|
|
|
Post by iluvmybassclarinet on Oct 29, 2005 16:09:38 GMT -5
I'm going to have to start bringing paper and a pencial to band. My bd's say some of the funnest things. :pirate:
|
|
|
Post by hornprincess on Oct 29, 2005 17:26:13 GMT -5
So we had our first jazz concert on Thursday. We (jazz 1) played three charts: Ya Gotta Try Harder, Places and Hunting Wabbits. Our second-last rehearsal was on Monday, and it was pretty rough. Our BD was pretty frustrated, and we were trying to add a bit of humor to the situation...
BD: I'm sorry to put you in your... places... guys, but... Trombone: Ya gotta try harder BD: Exactly *laughter*
|
|
|
Post by SaxGirl on Oct 30, 2005 13:57:40 GMT -5
Me: *looks at scoreboard* Hmm, the clock stopped at 3:14.... it's PI! Judgment Pi has come! Mark: Your intervals last week were your biggest problems. Mello player: Your MOM'S interrvals were bad! Mark: Come on guys, pay attention! Your horn angles are sagging already! Mello player: Your MOM'S sagging! Me: Hell hath no fury like a woman scorn.... or alternatively, like a woman denied her right to order chicken fries at a rest stop Burger King at 1:00 AM! It said on our band notes that our report time back from the Yamaha Cup in Baltimore would be 1:15 EST (last night was the end of Daylight Savings Time). BD: Okay, so do you understand? We're returning back at 1:15 Eastern Standard Time, NOT Daylight Savings Time. So make sure you set your clocks back. Raise your hand if you don't understand. Whole band: *raises hands* BD: *sighs* Okay, so we're coming back at the second 1:15 of the morning. Me: Yay! We get to travel through the time-space continuum on a charter bus! emello3: Okay, you need to walk me to my bus. I took my contacts out and I can't see anything. With my luck, I'll board the wrong bus and end up in Michigan or something! Me: ....what's wrong with Michigan? (haha, we could visit the Power Flutes )
|
|
|
Post by brassdancer on Oct 30, 2005 14:41:54 GMT -5
*Band does a slow clap* *Band does a slow clap backwards* BD: "You guys should do it in reverse!" Me: "Uh, we just did."
|
|