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Post by clarinetlover on Mar 8, 2009 14:46:28 GMT -5
Trumpet: [Asks a question about some kind of software and what it can do] BD: What kind of eggs do you like? Scrambled? It can make you scrabled eggs, bacon, toast, and a glass of milk if you tell it to.
Three of us are walking to band. Me: Wow guys, we're walking in step.
[Minute later] Clarinet: We're still walking in step. Other Clarinet: I'm going to try to break it [skips] Wow, it didn't work. We'er still together. Clarinet: We're band geeks. This is what we do.
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Post by stickshifty on Mar 11, 2009 16:36:58 GMT -5
Director: I'm not *****ing and moaning at you guys because I can... I'm *****ing and moaning at you guys because this piece calls for it! Now, play it right!
Later...
Director: The thing about Dutch music is that it's very pop related... You guys need to ignore all the 3+3+2/16 and 5/16 and just groove to it. *starts "grooving"* But the problem is, once you get the groove, he switches grooves on you.
Even later...
Director: So we're in the final process of getting a new percussion TA and his name is Alfredo and he's from San Antonio. *looks at observing grad student from San Antonio* I told him oh, we have another grad student from Texas. And Alfredo said "that's great, I might go there [Uni. of Tenn.] then." It's going to be like the Mexican Mafia here next year. *laughs* We should get some low riders... put spinners on and install sub-woofers. *looks at Memphis native (even though I'm from Memphis, I'm too white for him to make Memphis comments)* What now Memphis? (ohhh)
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2009 16:30:20 GMT -5
Baritone (at various times): Oscar, can I sparta kick you? Me: No, Baritone, you cannot
One day before a basketball game... Me: Baritone, I'll let you Sparta kick me if you'll give me a piggyback ride. Baritone: All right! *I jump on his back* Baritone (running past BD): I get to Sparta kick Oscar! *He twirls around a bit with me on his back* BD: Ok, then...
When I walk with my dad, to avoid looking retarded, I walk at a hemiola to his step.
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Post by mandadm on Mar 17, 2009 19:53:33 GMT -5
I had a festival today, so I have a couple quotes. Before stepping off the bus to go into the school: BD: Ok, you have to stay in the auditorium, we don't want anyone getting killed.
When we were coming home, my friend was wearing my Columbia jacket: Friend: Now my wrists wont get hypothermia and they can check my pulse at the same time!
Bari player from the back of the bus: Have you guys ever seen an elephant pee? (it was really random.)
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Post by piccolo + ADD = fun on Mar 20, 2009 18:53:01 GMT -5
-after listening to recording of Valdres- Sax: Sounds like something from a Civil War documentary soundtrack. Assistant BD: Yeah, you can just see the U-boats go by. Me: FAIL.
-On a history test. He showed me this btw- Question on test: What is the Supreme Law of the Land? Tuba: -writes down Band director's name-
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Post by altoclarinets on Mar 21, 2009 12:09:05 GMT -5
Hey!!! I love Valdres!!
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Post by piccolo + ADD = fun on Mar 22, 2009 11:35:45 GMT -5
^lol. Some of the notes and accidentals make me want to kill the composer.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2009 12:53:52 GMT -5
There's a small hallway in between the instrument room and the wall of the band room, where people have a tendency to pile their crap. BD made a sign recently that said "not your locker", so I took it upon myself to add "It's Oscar's" to the bottom. The irony is that I rarely use it as my locker.
Bass2: You know that pisses him off to no end. Every time he sees it, he stops and sighs. Me: I win.
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Post by Lprdgecko on Mar 22, 2009 13:09:26 GMT -5
Our BD got us all together to tell us what to do while working at the competition we hosted yesterday.
BD: And if you have any questions, my cell number is on the back of the volunteer badge. No more calling me after this competition is over, though. My brother: What? You don't want us calling you at 3 AM to talk about life? BD: No. But thanks for the offer.
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Post by piccolo + ADD = fun on Mar 25, 2009 15:29:44 GMT -5
BD: And that's why the ladies love me Band: -insert obscene amount of catcalls- BD: Tubas, shut up.
ps. Oscar you get brownie points for that lol
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Post by Deleted on Mar 25, 2009 18:57:27 GMT -5
BD: If you guys (low brass) get on beat, all these people, their heads, EXPLODE. Wait, no Oscar, don't get any ideas. (to the flutes) He's sitting back there going, hmmm
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Post by clarinetlover on Mar 28, 2009 9:34:07 GMT -5
Our president was in taking names for who was going to our and party. The people who were going had their hands raised.
BD: Even though you're the president, I know you don't know any of their people's names, so I'll tell you. President: I know them. Some of them. BD: Alright, what's this lovely lady right here's name? President: Um... BD: See, you have no idea. [Says name]. President: I was going to say that. That was my second guess.
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Post by farore on Mar 31, 2009 5:28:14 GMT -5
(frustrated section leader) Phil why don't we just stop?? No! Go to measure.. fosi...shmugiggle.
Thus began a tradition.
Me:Tom what are you doing? Tom: Look! If I play a note, then put my nose to it, it tickles!
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Post by clarinetrox2012 on Mar 31, 2009 15:56:51 GMT -5
I just now remembered this. It was during marching season... BD was going on about challenging ourselves and whatnot and he made the following comparison: BD: If you're a batter on a baseball team, are you gonna get some little league person to pitch to you during practice? No!! You're gonna go find the pitcher that throws the fastest and you're gonna try to hit his balls!!! Band: -dies of laughter-
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Post by stickshifty on Mar 31, 2009 23:28:50 GMT -5
After my horn lesson today my professor was leaving too and I was slow putting my stuff up. He's going out the door when he says:
"When you leave, turn off the lights, lock the door, and put out the cat."
Put out the cat?! lol ilmyprofessor.
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