This song has been the only song I’ve been able to write to for a solid week and a half now (except the version I’ve got is much faster). The more I listen to it, the more I like it (or at least, the more I like the positive association between it and “holy crap I’m actually getting work done!”).
For those readers who weren’t in concert band this spring (aka all of you), we played this and it was awesome.
According to the internet, Isaac Newton is made of “man, Romance, and herpa derp. With a dash of Ramen.” That freaking made my day.
Best thing about tonight’s concert: Bukvich song! Freaking awesome.
Worst thing about tonight’s concert: Bukvich song! But only because it’s a badass song but there are no recordings of it yet so I can’t download it and listen to it whenever I want.
I was going to say something else, but I seriously can’t remember what it was now.
Sorry these suck.
(Obligatory belt joke taken care of)
This photo shows a picture of Jupiter’s SEB (Southern Equatorial Belt) returning after its disappearance was noticed last May. This picture and others capture plumes of energy breaking through the cloud tops.
So pretty soon, say scientists, Jupiter will return to looking like we’re used to seeing it.
Haha, I know this This Week’s Science Blog is short, but I’ve been wondering when the band would return since I became aware of it being gone.
Today’s song: Nocturne by Nomo
This…this is awesome on almost every single scale on which awesome can be measured
I love how almost the entire audience in front of the guy taping is doing the arm thing.
This just made my month.
What do you play?
How long have you played it?
What are your secondary instruments and how long have you played them?
Sax (13 years), tuba (9 years), oboe (9 years), flute (5 years), trumpet (6 years), drums (7 years), bass clarinet (6 years), bassoon (4 years)…I’m probably forgetting a few.
How long have you been in a marching band?
How long have you been in your current marching band?
Have you ever been a drum major, drum captain, block captain, or flagline captain?
Ever been a section leader?
I’ve been a squad leader…
Do you believe in seniority?
Not to the degree certain directors seem to take it.
Have you ever trashed a band bus?
How many times have you fallen asleep on a band bus?
Just that one year when we went to Boise…I was so damn sick.
Ever done two or more parades in the same day?
What’s an 8 hour day of band camp called?
Ever had tan/burn lines associated with your instrument?
Have you ever marched a song with more than 30 sets in it?
If you’ve ever named a set, list the names here:
Have you ever had to perform a potentially life-threatening move in a show?
When we did the Queen show I almost got mowed over by the tubas every single damn time they followed our row.
Ever marched a tempo over 200?
Ever been in a high-stepping band?
Can you march a wheel turn, line match, crab step, or company front?
I…don’t think so.
The most adverse weather condition you’ve ever endured for the sake of a performance:
That freaking year…I think it was 2006…when it was pouring buckets during the Homecoming parade. MHS was the last group in line, we all had those dorky ponchos on…what fun.
Ever passed out while playing, directing, or marching?
Has your band ever had an accident (bleachers collapsing, bus accident, etc…)?
Have you ever had to explain part of your uniform to someone who’s not in band?
Is your band a ‘legend’?
Hell yeah we are!
Which is better, pep band or marching band?
What does your pep band play for?
I’m not in pep band at the moment.
Has your section ever had a theme song?
“Song 46! From my clarinet days!”
Ever had to scream, dance, or do a scatter drill for effect?
Do you have more than two nicknames?
Ever shown up another band by playing superior music?
List your band-related injuries:
WOOOO BAND BANQUET!!
This made me sad. I’m going to miss marching band an obscene amount. Though I did like our performance at Seattle, that was pretty snazzy.
Also: TOO DAMN COLD FOR SKIRT.
The best part of Hawaii was chilling in the warm water late at night with Matt. At least we didn’t get stung by jellyfish, eh?
It was also very cool walking around downtown and discussing crap. Fun times indeed.
PARASAILING WAS AWESOME!! Even though I felt like I was going to throw up as we were coming back down/heading back to the dock.
HOLY FREAKING CRAP, HAWAII!!
It’s so weird to be down here. The flight was uneventful, plus I got pictures of cool clouds.
I miss Aaron already, though.
NO MORE MARCHING BAND. I just realized that.
I’m going to miss dorking around with you guys at noon. As stressful as being a squad leader to the two most useless squads ever (save Michael and Heather), band was a super stress-reliever, which was necessary, ‘cause all three fall semesters have sucked.
Hopefully wherever I go to grad school shall have a marching band as well.
We can only hope.
Aw, my last Homecoming. Oh well, it was super fun anyway. I got video of the tubas chasing cars, so it was all good.
Also, that was the most insane “controlled” bonfire I’ve ever seen.
Once again, I have another squad member who doesn’t give a shit. This is making my last year of marching band substantially less fun. I hope she shapes up and realizes that just because she’s a plug doesn’t mean she can be a slacker. I do not appreciate people making both me and the whole band look bad.
So we finally did Bins on the field today.
I’m already super sick of this damn show.
That is all.
How I missed thee.
And at least my squad doesn’t suck like it did last year (though we still have to put up with Beau pretending that he’s in charge of everyone in the clarinet section…I’m SO LUCKY he’s not in my squad!).
I think we’ll have good shows this year.
So what brilliant person decided which countries were which movements in that song we’re playing in concert band? Seriously, they’ve got like a 60% failure rate. Observe:
The Introduction Thingy
This doesn’t count. It’s the introduction thingy.
The First Movement—Destination: France
This song does not strike me remotely as French. France does not jive to the 3/2 time signature. France is waltz. France is stuff composed by Ben Charest for The Triplets of Belleville. This is French. Crappy, slow, “I’ve-dropped-le-baguette-in-le-Riviera-and-I’m-le-tired [obscure “The End of the World” reference]” is not French. Bulgarian at best. But not French.
The Second Movement—Destination: England
This song captures perfectly London on a cold, foggy morning. All we need is the ominous tolling of Big Ben in the background and I feel like I’m back in London being swarmed by pigeons. Success.
The Third Movement—Destination: Italy
Italy? Italy?! No, no, no…three words: IRISH, DRINKING, and SONG. Further evidence that this should be a drinking song is produced in the 40 measure-long rests that are in place as to allow the clarinet sections to go to the pub before continuing with their parts.
The Fourth Movement—Destination: Spain
Things conjured up in my mind when I think of Spain: castanets, running with the bulls, Ernest Hemingway, “Toro!”, and…well yeah, that’s about it. Nowhere does this list say anything about “depressing, funeral-esque music.” We decided the song was after a fatal goring during a running of the bulls, and we were mourning.
Still…where are the castanets, freaking people?!
The Fifth Movement—Destination: Germany
*singing along with the 2nd clarinet part* “AH! YES! I’m a German male!” (more lyrics with which to annoy Torrey to come).
This is a mighty powerhouse of a movement. The Germans would approve.
Yeah, that’s all I’ve got for today.
And just like that, the football season is over. The second year of marching band comes to a close, with the Butt Song still intact and the famous equation of 23 + 46 = 69 still in the book. However, I realized when walking home from this last game today that we failed to play even once the Sexy Back short. This will be taken up with Torrey at a future date, don’t think it won’t.
Well, we’re back. It’s midnight as I’m typing this and I’m tired, despite sleeping basically the whole bus ride there and the whole bus ride back.
I’d like to apologize to my bus-mates; I wish I’d been more animated and entertaining on the bus, but because I so rarely get sick that when I do get sick it really throws me. But what you saw was about as sick as I get, so I guess that’s a good thing. And apologies if I gave it to anyone else (especially Maggie, cause I think I gave it to you).
But it was fun, especially Thursday night, holy crap.
-My long-awaited hitting of double digits in marriages
-Me being Eric Strom’s pet (don’t ask)
-The discovery that it takes 226 licks to get to the center of one of those miniature Tootsie Pops
-At least 6 profoundly drunk sorority girls being dragged up the stairs by their not-so-profoundly-drunk friends
-The shocking discovery that our high school’s shy, bookish tuba player was standing shirtless at the game as the “O” in a line of fellow shirtless fraternity guys spelling out “IDAHO”