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Post by peaceloveoboe on Sept 8, 2006 15:55:44 GMT -5
during marching band rehersal... we were practicing the slow part of our field show... our field show this year is mask of zorro and its very spanishy DM: *counting us in* UNO, DOS, UNO, DOS, TRES, ARRIBA (NOTE: he never counted us in like that before) BAND: *crack up as we march and trys to play* later... BD: okay lets do that one more time for the drum line *points to DM* AND NO ARRIBA! after we finish that BD: okay guys bring it in over here BAND: *circles around BD* BD: *talking to student about the arriba thing* yeah it just didnt really fit... its a slow song so its kinda like '*in a high pitched voice* oh lemme show you what i can do UNO, DOS, UNO, DOS, TRES, ARRIBA' *does ballet move* lol! We have a song sort of like that...every time we count it off we have to count it off in a different language. Our old drum major had fun trying to count it of in Hebres (Echad, Scthiem, Shalosh, Arbah) with "OH G-D, STIEM, SOMETHING, SOMETHING ELSE!" and completely disentigrates into laughter and we all tried to play. More quotes, because my BD says weird stuff and Band Camp: BD: "We really need to work on the medly, y'all, because Hawkinsville is only six rehersals away. The medly is the albetross around our necks..." GUARD: "Why do we have a large bird around our necks?" BD: "Come on, guys, this isn't rocket surgery!" GUARD (1): "LTC!" GUARD (2): "The Learning Channel?" GUARD (1): "Less than crunk, you dyslexic moron!" GUARD (3): "It's two sets of eight." ME: "No, it's sixteen! Wait..." Guard (1): "I have a date to go to Moe's tonight. It's double punch Monday." GUARD (2): "Do they only do that on the first Monday of the week or something...?" ME and GUARD (1): "OH SNAP! PERSONAL EPIPHANY!"
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Post by Trumpeting4life on Sept 8, 2006 23:46:12 GMT -5
We're starting to do scales: BD: *Just starting to conduct**Violent sneezing spasm* OH, i must be allergic to scales!
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Post by musicscifigirl on Sept 9, 2006 12:46:55 GMT -5
Dr. Z: What do you call twin policemen? COPies! Band: *laughs* Trumpet Player: What do you call people who are in a hurry? RUSHians! Band: *laughs* Dr. Z: Mine was better
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Post by brassdancer on Sept 9, 2006 13:36:24 GMT -5
"Pulling out of the moving line early is like bringing toothpaste on the plane now: it's simply not allowed anymore." -Ralph Stuart our Vis Caption Head talking about the drill moves during the opener drum break.
One of my favorite quotes from the summer.
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Post by trumpetislife on Sept 9, 2006 13:51:49 GMT -5
today at band practice someone in the trumpet section brought poppers to practice (if you dont know what they are they are these things that you throw and when they hit something they make a popping sound)
DM: *to trumpets * what are you doing?? me: there throwing poppers at people DM: oh... trumpet 1: where trying to hit *other DM (DM2)* DM: DO IT DO IT... youll scare him soo much trumpet 1: *throws popper at DM2* trumpet 2: HE DIDNT EVEN HEAR IT! trumpet 1: *throws another one* flute section leader: *jumps cus they scared her* trumpet 2: ha... *flute section leader* practicly jumped out of her skin
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Post by NinjaBaker on Sept 9, 2006 17:16:12 GMT -5
My guard friend was supposed to throw a 6 on sabre at the game last night:
Guard Friend: Oh man... I can't stop thinking about it. I'm really nervous. I need to find a way to get my mind off of it. Me: Peas and Carrots! Guard Friend: What? Confusing Carrots? what the?? Me: I dunno, but it worked.
This proves that no one in the guard can hear. At the band lock in:
Guard 1: Hey guys I came to the lock in! Me: What? You're a pot head? Guard 2: Does she look like a hobbit? (Guard 2 and I dissolve into laughter while guard1 and another guard person look at us while we are crazy)
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Post by toocuteflute on Sept 9, 2006 17:25:58 GMT -5
BD: "We're gonna be playing a song with the other band on the field during halftime." Band: "WHAT? Why!?" BD: "Because i'm the damn band director, that's why!" Trumpet: "Oh...good point sir."
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Post by lowbrassnerd on Sept 9, 2006 21:26:37 GMT -5
"You low brass guys are lucky. You should be really good at kissing" -Mr Bayless
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Post by lowbrassnerd on Sept 9, 2006 21:27:49 GMT -5
*Percussion messes up* *Police Siren* "Oh no! Their coming to get ya!" -Mr. Smith
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Post by Greenepony on Sept 9, 2006 22:40:14 GMT -5
This was actually at work but it was a band converstion... A: You know how they always say that brass are the best kissers K: Yes.... A: They're wrong. Sax's are K: Oh... A: Not to say I'm easy or I've dated the whole band but I dated a Tuba and Sax's kiss a whole lot better...
Okay, It was funnier then...
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Post by hchswiregrasshorn on Sept 10, 2006 22:48:38 GMT -5
At the pep ralley: Cheerleader: Our team is what? Me :Ice Cold Sax: Don't say that. We're RED HOT! Me: We'll see who's right after the game *After game was over where we lost 20-0* Sax: You were right.
Me ands 3 other people went to the University of Alabama at Birmingham marching honor band on Saturday. Flute (S) Trumpet (M) Mello 1 (W aka me) Mello 2 (B)
We all rode together up to Birmingham, which is a 4 hour trip. On the way up, S went to sleep. She started on the window, then her head rested on M, then she stretched her feet out on the seat in front of her.
Me: Dang, before this trip is over, she'll be in the floorboard. *2 hours later,* S: *falls into floorboard*
M: You were so funny. You had you hand on my sholder and I blew on it and you slapped me. You kicked W and you put your feet on B S: I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. Me: It's ok. I may have lost some brain cells, but it was the shortest ride to Birmingham I've ever had.
At the game S: Gees. The bottled water was $3.25 and they asked you for a tip. Me: I'd be like, Here's a tip, sell your water for less.
Dad: *While they were chanting UAB* *points to mom* You a B. You a B.
After the game, we made multiple wrong turns and got lost, and I had to use the bathroom.
S: Think of a dry desert. M: NIAGRA FALLS. S: No think of a dry desert. A dry Cloud. Dry Ice. No don't think of that because it turns into water. M: Think of a giant pool of water. Me: There's gonna be one in this van if you don't shut up.
Trying to get to an opening to the interstate.
S's mom: There's an opening. GO! GO! GO! S: Mom. Don't say that.
Edit: I forgot this one from the game.
The head news guy was at our game. Percussion: Hey *insert neme here* Sports guy: *waves* Percussion: Hey I see you on TV.
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Post by SaxGirl on Sept 12, 2006 13:37:33 GMT -5
Well, this was in the band room, so I guess it counts. Flute player: Kel, I need your help. My pretzels got stuck (the band room has its own vending machine - cool, huh?). Me: Hmmm... *stares at machine* (Jokingly) This calls for a dropkick! Me: *jumps and kicks vending machine on the side really hard* *pretzels drop* Flute player and I: Me: Uhhh... I didn't expect that to work....
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Post by toocuteflute on Sept 12, 2006 18:40:44 GMT -5
Librarian: Can you copy these papers for me? BD: Yea, maybe later. L: Uh no, I need them by the end of 1st hour, do it now before you forget! BD: Ok, ok…
Office Manager: Did you call the uniform lady? BD: Well, uh, what had happened was- OM: Ah ah ah! No excuses! You better call her by the end of the day or I’m gonna be highly upset! BD: I will, I will- OM: Don’t just say you’re gonna do it, actually do it!
BD: Can you turn that music off? Flute: You’re the one that wanted to hear it! BD: Yea, but not right now, we only have 45 minutes of class left and- F: No! You are going to listen to this now! I am NOT bringing my speakers back tomorrow! It only 3:15 minutes long! BD: Ok fine…we can listen to 3 minutes of this song *Looks at clock* but you’re wasting class time for- F: SHHH! I’m trying to listen! BD: *Offended by everyone telling him what to do* Well damn, I got a lot of mama’s in here! Trumpet boy: What are you talking about? F: Shut up and listen! BD: See what I mean…?
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Post by emello3 on Sept 12, 2006 18:47:08 GMT -5
after the football game, concerning a certain trumpet player:
freshman: soo... what's with the hat, anyway? flute: oh, it has magical powers sax: yeah, if he took it off, he'd crumble into a mixture of dust and valve oil.
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Post by Greenepony on Sept 14, 2006 21:14:28 GMT -5
Me:"My gloves match Jenn's hair!"
Me:"I hate guys! They're stupid!" Senior:"Why do you hate gys? They're pretty!"
Me:"Why do I care what he thinks! I shouldn't care I.... Ugh!" K:"Its because deep down you care for him, a little bit." Me:"I don't!" K:"Deep down you still have feelings for him." Me:"The only feelings I have for him is annoyance!"
BD:"Its a puddle of Piccolo Pee!" Flutes:"Yep! Hey.. Now we can spit back!"
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