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Post by tubagirl on Oct 4, 2008 22:07:45 GMT -5
before game BD: You guys know how cool you look? My catch phrase whenever something goes wrong is "balls!", and so the third trombone picked it up while we were playing. Boner3: Bolas de arbol de Navidad! Me (at random times): Dude, you dropped the pass! Me: EEEYAH! .... Balls is MY swear word whenever something goes wrong. We have much in common, Oscar. and your quotes are amazing
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Post by tubagirl on Oct 4, 2008 22:36:27 GMT -5
DM: *puts hand up in front of his face* Don't look at me from the side! I have a funny shaped head!
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Post by babette2009 on Oct 5, 2008 11:51:57 GMT -5
At the game friday night, i had to run up the bleachers and relay a message from the band director...i tripped over my words:
Me: Low Brass, listen up! Ms. BD said to stop sucking and put more...more...ha....hair in the horn! *much laughter* Assistant BD: Yea! Do what she said! More hair in the horn! Use some Rogain if you have to! Trumpet player:*while trying to shove hair into her mouth piece* I don't think its going to work!!
During practice one day, BD was bothered by lack of energy in our playing.
BD: Wow. that was about as exciting as Jell-o. *Weird looks from band* BD: How many of y'all think Jello is exciting? *More than half of the band raises hands* BD: *looks around surprised* Well, it's not!
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Post by iFrostyflute on Oct 5, 2008 14:25:00 GMT -5
[Our bus breaks down. Something about the bus being lower than usual, therefore scraping along the road.] Saxamaphone Goddess DM: What happened, Silent Emotionless BD? Silent Emotionless BD: Saxamaphone Goddess DM: [laughs hysterically] Me and WE Bassoon: What'd he say? Saxamaphone Goddess DM: Hahaha ... something about the bus being overweight.
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Post by hchswiregrasshorn on Oct 6, 2008 8:40:14 GMT -5
During pre-game practice, we had a problem with someone coming in early on the vocal part in the Bama Spell out.
Dr. O: This isn't hard. I can go up to my dog and say, "Sparkey, what have you got?" Roof Roof "Louder" Roof Roof, "One More time" Roof Roof. Try it again. What have you got? Band: (together) Ba-ma Dr. O: Good Sparkey Band: Ba-ma Dr O: For a biscuit! Band: Bama.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 6, 2008 17:01:49 GMT -5
Student teacher: That sounded like Johnny from Suburbia playing Night Train
Me: Yo, ST, we still having a rave at your house tonight? ST: The rave is always going on, in my head Me: That explains why you're always so out of it...and act like you're on drugs Boner2: what the??
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Post by tubagirl on Oct 6, 2008 18:37:17 GMT -5
BariSax: Remember at [last year's band council president]'s graduation party, and [Student Teacher] sucked in helium? Me: Yeah...? BS: Good times, good times...
'MacGuyver' is a senior from last year who played bass trombone, and could fix just about anything and knew where everything was. VC: God dammit - oops - the fricking leaf blowers won't stop! [we were behind the bleachers using the track field for no apparent reason, while the turf was available] VC: It's apparently national - *pauses while leafblower resumes* leaf blower day! BS[she's my best friend]: *turns to me* MacGuyver would have a leafblower in his pocket - or know how to construct one out of the pipes from the bleachers.
While we were watching the show from last Friday's game, we were going over good stuff that happened... SL: I could hear the tuba during the ballad! Substitute BD: No way... *rewinds* Oh my gosh! *points to me* Stand up. Me: *slowly stands up while glaring at SL* SBD: Face the students. Guys, I want you to all poke yourselves in the forehead. Band: *pokes* SBD: Now, remember this day forever as the day we heard the tuba player. Band: *murmurs* SBD: Now say, 'Mr. Wooters rocks'[his name]. Band: *says it* SBD: Now say, 'oogaboogaboga!!!' Band: Oogaboogaboga! SBD:... wow. *turns to me* Trained monkeys.
I'm the only tuba player and it's really difficult to make my sound heard when I'm marching... >.<
VC: Fix! Horns up in fix. Heels together. Chest out. Harrison, heels together. Harrison. HARRISON!! [he never gets it right]
SL: Low brass, unite!!! *section puts right hands in, wiggles fingers going 'dododododododo!' in a high-pitched voice* SBD: .... Wow. Specal. *mutters to self and walks off*
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Post by bariclaribob on Oct 6, 2008 19:57:19 GMT -5
At pit orchestra
choir director: Come on, [Mrs. Piano]. bd: Are you taking our piano away? cd: ... well, we kind of hired her.... me: We're screwed. *bd glares at me*
bd: "Matchmaker, matchmaker, you know that I'm still very young, please take your time." horn: It's Ben Stein singing Fiddler on the Roof.
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Post by mandadm on Oct 7, 2008 15:54:54 GMT -5
Yesterday during Spirit Band, a percussionist had to make up a scale test. *percussionist plays Eb major scale and hits a wrong note...* BD: Do it again without the brain fart.
I thought it was funny.. nobody else laughed though...
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Post by iFrostyflute on Oct 7, 2008 19:42:08 GMT -5
[Silent Emotionless BD is going over the contest schedule for this Saturday, which was e-mailed to our parents yesterday.] Silent Emotionless BD: Okay, how many people expect their parents to tell them the entire schedule when we e-mail things? S Tuba: [raises hand] Silent Emotionless BD: Still?! You're a senior!
Silent Emotionless BD: Mellophones, have we ever found a note that you are sharp on? 1st Chair Mello: Yes we have! Silent Emotionless BD: ... 2nd Chair Mello: Um. 1st Chair Mello: Oh. No we haven't!
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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2008 7:36:38 GMT -5
BD: Oscar, you're going to IML auditions Me: BD, I haven't even looked at the music yet BD: Look at the music and you're in
Bass: Hey, BD, can I bring my mini-amp to my room to practice at Zia? BD: Room? You mean the hostel? Bass: Yeah, that BD: No. You'll need the bass to fight off the serial killer, and the amp would be extraneous. Me: It's you, student teacher, isn't it?
ST: Try this at forty bpm, and tell me when you've got it
ST: That sounds very....Caucasian
DM: You guys need to watch your horn angles Me: Flutes! DM: And stop talking! Me: Flutes! Flute SL: Do you want to die, Oscar? Me: Some day
Flute: I was in a warm car this morning with (bf) Me: Was it hot and steamy? Flute: Oh, shut up Me: Don't blow his shocks, Flute
Flute ate too much and has a random bulge in her stomach. Me: Do I need to have a talk with (bf)? (later) Clarinet: Does (bf) know? *pokes her belly* Flute: I'm going to puke! Me: Oh God, it's morning (sp?) sickness
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Post by altosax4life on Oct 8, 2008 8:29:51 GMT -5
Okay this conversation needs bit of backstory. Last night my school had our annual homecoming parade/bonfire. Instead of making the band walk back to the school we took about 5 busses. Nothing was assigned so I sat with my bari sax and pit friends. So we sat in the back of the bus. This happened while the bus was stopped by the way.
Bari saxes: Out the BAAACCKK Pit guy: Yeeaaaah *pit guy opens the back door of the bus and jumps out* *we follow* *Alarm starts going off in the bus* Me: [pit guy] you opened the EMERGENCY exit door! Pit guy: Oh Crap! *takes off running*
It was hilarious.
At bonfire Bari sax: Hey hey hey [alto sax] i want to play your instrument Random alto sax: that's what she said Other alto sax: Okay but only if I can play yours. Bari sax: YAY! *Bari and alto switch.* *alto sounds like a duck while trying to play bari* Everyone: *laughter* Bari Sax: Ahhh your instrument's so light it's hard to play. Give me my bari back Alto sax: Nooooooo it's miiine now. Eventually they switched back but we had to chase the alto around a hill.
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Post by let1troll on Oct 8, 2008 16:33:05 GMT -5
Today, at the a middle school pep rally, I sat between two non-marching trumpet players. One is really big on being in band, the other is a really big jock/cheerleader. This is how it went;
Trumpet1: *dances along with cheer* I wrote this!! Me: Then why don't you go down there with them? *growls* Trumpet1: *ignores me* Me: Stop being such a. . . Cheerleader! You're in the BAND STANDS now!
Everyone laughed. And it was really funny, I guess, too the other trumpet player, and he and a marching trumpet player never stopped laughing until we had to play again!
Then, before our school's signature "battle of the voices", this was said to me.
BD; I would rather roll around in shards of glass then take a bath in rubbing alcohol than be here. I mean, this is a low for a high school band. *Five minutes later they do the "battle of the voices" which turns into screaming after about a minute* Me: *After the noise died down* So, you feeling the glass yet?
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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2008 16:57:55 GMT -5
At honor band... Judge (to boner2): Don't sweat it
BD: Good god, you eat ice cream and cookies for lunch? I'm glad I'm not your dad.
This was after, but pretty funny
Football coach: So you made it? That kind of cheapens it for everyone else, though, doesn't it?
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Post by jman on Oct 9, 2008 16:45:48 GMT -5
At band camp Visual Instructor: Ok kids, our band is growing and to ensure it keeps growing, we need your help. *groans at yet another recruitment speech* VI: We need you all to reproduce and create more band members! 3rdBone: WHOA MR. J THATS INAPPROPRIATE! Me: what the?? VI: We'll have a bigger band, see? Me:/facepalm BD: Can we get on with practice? 2ndLeadTrumpet: Yeah dad, enough of that.
Something like that at least.
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