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Post by babette2009 on Oct 14, 2008 18:13:38 GMT -5
BD to freshman trumpet player: "What' the heck is your problem? You looked like an ant-eater going down the field!"
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Post by bariclaribob on Oct 14, 2008 20:17:29 GMT -5
Pit orchestra rehearsal
sousa (heading to musical practice): How's your solo coming, bcb? me: Which one? sousa: In The Dream. *I laugh* me: Uh, no. sousa: Well, get cracking on that! And work on your flat chin! *bd looks up* bd: Yeah! Flatten your chin! *sousa laughs and leaves* me: I hate you, [sousa].
bd (singing lines as we play the music): "You like it? It's very nice." horn: That's what she said. *we play more* *a few bars later* bd: OH! That was bad, [horn], BAD! *whole orchestra laughs* bd: Bad!
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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2008 22:49:27 GMT -5
BD: You guys need to strut. You, wiggle your butt. You, wiggle your butt. Trumpet3, wiggle your butt.
(trumpet3 is this burly Zuni kid...)
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Post by iFrostyflute on Oct 15, 2008 21:27:08 GMT -5
[At lunch, it's raining torrentially, thundering and everything.] me: Just watch. At precisely 4:00, it will be cloudless, sunny, and 100 degrees. Various Band Kids: Uh. No. [After school, there are few clouds, it's blindingly sunny, and the humidity makes it feel like 100 degrees.] Various Band Kids: me: Told ya. This just proves that Silent Emotionless BD is a weather-controlling ninja. Various Band Kids: YES.
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Post by Lprdgecko on Oct 15, 2008 23:19:03 GMT -5
^Hehe, your BD and my BD should be friends... My BD controls the weather too.
For example (and also to stay on-topic) one day before practice, a bunch of people were outside doing a "rain dance" because it looked like it was about to rain any second, and the weather people had been calling for rain all day. Our BD walks up, sees them doing the "rain dance", holds out his hand to the sky and says, "It is done." and walks back in the band room. It never rained lol.
And another time, I was driving to band practice and it was raining the entire way there, but when I turned on the road to get into school, there was no rain. The road was barely wet lol. I blamed our BD.
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Post by altosax4life on Oct 16, 2008 0:44:48 GMT -5
Okay so we were on the band bus and they put ALL the saxes together so I got to sit with my bari sax friends
Bari: *turns around in seat to look at me* Hey you should kiss him. *points to Bari2 friend who is right next to me* Me: Forget it. Bari: Do It *Conversation goes on like that for about five minutes* Bari: Hey Bari2 do you know what we're talking about? Bari2: Whhhhaaaaat? *We laugh*
In Band Hall Before Contest Trumpet is videotaping everything. Trumpet: and this is Bari's locker. Look how big it is. *all laugh as she continues filming Bari's locker* Bari: Hey Trumpet! Trumpet: Oh Hey Bari.... *Bari cuts her off by lifting her legs and shoving her into the locker* Trumpet: BARI! BARI LET ME OUT OF HERE! *we laugh* *she almost kicks the locker door off* *we stop laughing*
Repeated Conversation During Third Quarter Bari: You should get a faux hawk Trumpet: Yeah you should Frontline: You'd look sexy in a faux hawk Bari 2: I'll bring my hairspray and gel to school and we can give you a faux hawk Me: *Scared face*
Sitting In Hallway I walk in and sit next to Bari. Trumpet: You should straighten your hair up. Me: I do Frontline: Your hair is evil Me: I know *Bari grabs chunk of my hair and starts putting hair spray in it* Bari: Faux Hawk TIME! Me: NOOOOOO you don't have time
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Post by bariclaribob on Oct 16, 2008 10:41:02 GMT -5
In the band room
bd: So, you live on a farm, [oboe]? If you don't mind me asking some questions... I'm just a city boy-- us: "Born and raised in South Detroit! He took the midnight train going anywhere!"
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Post by spacermase on Oct 16, 2008 12:11:49 GMT -5
While organizing the uniforms:
Sax: Hey, where's [trumpet]'s pants? Mellophone (out of nowhere):Probably [trumpet's] girlfriend has them. Everybody else: Whoa!
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Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2008 17:00:33 GMT -5
This one's for AC... Me: BD, what's that weird sax-looking thing (gives him an eager look) BD: The what? Me: That sax-looking thing in with the clarinets. BD: Oh, okay, that's an alto clarinet. Soprano clarinet, bass clarinet...it's somewhere in that mix. Me: I know somebody who's obsessed with those BD: You pretty much have to be to play it. There's never anything good for it, they're hard to play, and they are perpetually out of tune.
(I guess that makes the AC the horn of the woodwinds)
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Post by iFrostyflute on Oct 19, 2008 12:11:09 GMT -5
^ I hope she takes that as a compliment. [At football games, Silent Emotionless BD wanders the stands, all ninja-like, looking for opportunities to dock points from people. Usually, when we're at our home stadium, he sticks around the brass.] C2 Clarinet: Nina, the ninja's behind you. me: [turn around slowly] [heart attack] Uh. Hello there, Silent Emotionless BD. Silent Emotionless BD: Silent Emotionless BD: [is randomly on the woodwind side] S Flute: [gasp] Silent Emotionless BD! You're on the woodwind side! Silent Emotionless BD: ... [nods head] S Flute: Wanna see some funny faces?! Silent Emotionless BD: ... [shakes head] Not really a quote, but WE Euphonium had a Christmas ornament with Silent Emotionless BD's face drawn on it. It shattered on Thursday (-sob-), so we had a funeral for it. The real Silent Emotionless BD tried to stop the funeral by locking the band hall so we couldn't get to the remains, but we still had the funeral. There's now a popsicle-stick cross where we buried it (somewhere near the trombone's marching rehearsal water break area).
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Post by Duel of the Flutes on Oct 19, 2008 13:37:17 GMT -5
LOL... so, our bd had to drive to Lansing or something after our football game Friday, and he wanted us to get out of the band room as fast as possible so he wouldn't be driving at like midnight...
bd: *to trumpet player, who was in the middle of taking her uniform pants off* Hurry up! Get those pants off! percussionist: yeah, that's what she said!
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Post by eyeswithpride on Oct 19, 2008 23:14:59 GMT -5
We were at the UCLA band day (NOT my fault. Go Trojans) and it was really hot, but a few people had left their money on the bus. One person thought they were going to faint....
Clarinet: BD, I'm feeling sick. I think I'm dehydrated.
BD: Okay, I'll buy you a drink.
everyone: Woah, what now?
BD: Oh, grow up!
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Post by clarinetlover on Oct 20, 2008 19:38:23 GMT -5
This happened last week before practice: *Trombone, Bass drum, Alto sax walking into the band room from the door leading to the parking lot* Trombone: Hey, is [Flute] in here? DM3: No, she's [where ever she was, somewhere at the school] Bass drum: So she's still, like on campus? DM3: Yeah...? Bass drum: Oh... Alto: Does anyone happen to have any car parts lying around, like I dunno a windshield, or a side mirror? Bari sax (her bf): Why? Trombone: Well, [bass drum] sort of, hit her car with a soccer ball. Bari sax: WHAT? Bass drum: Purely accidently! - 'Tis the reason the new rule is: no soccer balls within 500 feet of the band room. Man, she was pissed.
DMs 1 and 3 come up to talk about how we should stare at attention, and now move our eyes. DM1: Band-atten-HUT! DM3: *Goes to attention* Just keep looking straight ahead. Even if someone's yelling at you, unless it's one of us, don't look. DM1: Hey, hey [DM3] look at me look at me. *He starts moving his hands infront of DM3's face, etc* DM3: *Does nothing* DM1: *Put's his head through DM3's arms and stares at him* DM3: *Starts cracking up* DM1: Gotcha DM3: No fair, you looked like a weasel.
DM3: *walks up to tenor sax and trumpet sitting in band room* Tenor sax: Hey [DM3] [says something with the f word in it] DM3: Why does everyone say the f word when I see them? Tenor sax: Huh? I said duck.
While watching a video of one of our shows: Me: [DM2] kind of scares me when she salutes. It's like 'wha! Intense! Gonna kill you in your sleep' DM1: And I'm not like that? Me: Nah, you're always just like 'OMG OMG, don't mess up, I can't mess up.' You should work on that. DM3: What about me? Tuba: [DM3] no one even takes you seriously. Dude, you're just like *puts on cheery falsetto* 'Look at me, everyone, look at me! I'm the drum major, I'm the drum major! I've got my cape and my big hat, and I'm just PERFECT' *claps hands* Alto sax: *Just joining in* was that an imitation of [DM3]? Me: Yup Alto sax: Thought so. Good job!
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Post by iFrostyflute on Oct 20, 2008 21:39:20 GMT -5
Mustachioed BD: Roll down your sleeves. You don't have anything we want to see.
Silent Emotionless BD: [next to guard] Please don't hit me.
Saxaphone Goddess DM: [directing] (One ... three ... one, two, three -) Person in Back: AH-CHOOO!!
Saxaphone Goddess DM: [during "most-important-contest-of-the-year" speech] Don't stop believing! me: [quietly] Hold on to that feelin' ...
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Post by Proud Ranger on Oct 20, 2008 21:44:22 GMT -5
During horn sectionals this morning: (Our conversations were extremely random, and we constantly got off topic)
Horn Teacher: You guys' are picking your thoughts like apples from a tree! *imitates picking apples from a tree* 'I like felt!' 'I skinned my knee when I was seven. ' 'Gravy is delicious.' 'Oooo Teletubbies!'
It was HILARIOUS!
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