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Oct. 19th, 2005 05:39 pm( from the_odd_one )
We got a 2 last night.
Better than last year (3, 3, 4 compared to 2, 2, 2) but not what I wanted.
Paris got a 1, and when they played us in football and performed that night, we were better than they, I think.
It was interesting when we were talking with Riley, who used to go to the largest 5-A school in our region (russellville. They performed second to last, and only Tech was after them). She said that they didn't work nearly as hard as we; instead they relied on a few good players and their reputation for excellence to pull through.
I was disappointed in Northside's show. Brent asked me which of the fort smith schools I thought would do better, as Northside was taking the field. I chose Southside immediately for the mere fact that northside didn't have a pit, and thus no keyboards. And it was true-- Northside's show turned out to be rather boring.
Southside closed with Turn Turn Turn, and it was the exact same arrangement we played in ninth grade. Opening with bass drums, with the bells having a moving eighth note line on Eb and Bb and the xylophone with 'one (and two) and (three four)' repeated on Eb and Bb. They had the triplets in the same spots, and it was as though I was back on the field (we didn't have a pit that year, with only seven percussionists and only three of those being battery, so we stood back on the second hash behind the band, stationary) listening to david tanner play all four bass drums himself, Derrick on snare, adam with quads, Jill playing tambourine, or cowbell, or whatever it was she played. (we had a tom for Spring break, sleigh bells for Winter's Tale, cowbell for School's Out, but I forget what she played on Turn Turn Turn).
They did it so much prettier than we, but I don't begrudge them that.
Oh, the Ozark band had quite the gentleman for drum major. He was dressed in a pinstriped black suit with a black fedora and rose, and his salute included an indearing bow to the audience, so Megan and Riley and I made him into a bit of a pet xD His name was Spencer xD
Clarkesville had a nice james bond theme, which I look forward to seeing again friday night. Then we have to go to Dover and see theirs again (although I've forgotten what it was), and Dardanelle comes for the last home game, and maybe the end of the season. Dardanelle's band is so much more huge than ours that it's frankly frightening. They've got 90 members. Whch is bigger than this year's senior class.
anyways. I was tired as all get out all day today. I still am.
You know what I dreamed of this morning?
I was awake and looking into the bathroom, looking at the glow from the nightlight we keep in there. Then I heard someone SHOUTING. At 3 in the morning. There wasn't anyone awake in our house, but I heard someone shouting inside.
But the thing is? It sounded like one of our flagline members.
I turned over and tried to go back to sleep, and then I started to hear TRUMPETS WARMING UP. This was about when I realized that I must be dreaming, because clearly there were no trumpets in my house at 3 AM.
So I went to sleep dreaming of marching band, and got no rest at all that way.
Then before I woke up, I had a weird dream about a kitten. shut UP denffe.
And now, some southern tourism tips I picked and chose from BST ;)
3) Don't order a bottle of pop or a can of soda down here. Down here it's called Coke. Nobody gives a flying damn whether it's Pepsi, RC, Dr. Pepper, 7-Up or whatever- it's still a Coke. Accept it. Doing otherwise can lead to an ass kicking.
4) We know our heritage. Most of us are more literate than you (e.g., Welty, Williams, Faulkner). We are also better educated and generally a lot nicer. Don't refer to us as a bunch of hillbillies, or we'll kick your ass
13) Don't ridicule our Southern manners. We say "sir" and "ma'am," hold doors open for others, and offer our seats to old folks because such things are expected of civilized people. Behave yourselves around our sweet little grey- haired grandmothers or they'll kick some manners into your ass just like they did ours.
:D
We got a 2 last night.
Better than last year (3, 3, 4 compared to 2, 2, 2) but not what I wanted.
Paris got a 1, and when they played us in football and performed that night, we were better than they, I think.
It was interesting when we were talking with Riley, who used to go to the largest 5-A school in our region (russellville. They performed second to last, and only Tech was after them). She said that they didn't work nearly as hard as we; instead they relied on a few good players and their reputation for excellence to pull through.
I was disappointed in Northside's show. Brent asked me which of the fort smith schools I thought would do better, as Northside was taking the field. I chose Southside immediately for the mere fact that northside didn't have a pit, and thus no keyboards. And it was true-- Northside's show turned out to be rather boring.
Southside closed with Turn Turn Turn, and it was the exact same arrangement we played in ninth grade. Opening with bass drums, with the bells having a moving eighth note line on Eb and Bb and the xylophone with 'one (and two) and (three four)' repeated on Eb and Bb. They had the triplets in the same spots, and it was as though I was back on the field (we didn't have a pit that year, with only seven percussionists and only three of those being battery, so we stood back on the second hash behind the band, stationary) listening to david tanner play all four bass drums himself, Derrick on snare, adam with quads, Jill playing tambourine, or cowbell, or whatever it was she played. (we had a tom for Spring break, sleigh bells for Winter's Tale, cowbell for School's Out, but I forget what she played on Turn Turn Turn).
They did it so much prettier than we, but I don't begrudge them that.
Oh, the Ozark band had quite the gentleman for drum major. He was dressed in a pinstriped black suit with a black fedora and rose, and his salute included an indearing bow to the audience, so Megan and Riley and I made him into a bit of a pet xD His name was Spencer xD
Clarkesville had a nice james bond theme, which I look forward to seeing again friday night. Then we have to go to Dover and see theirs again (although I've forgotten what it was), and Dardanelle comes for the last home game, and maybe the end of the season. Dardanelle's band is so much more huge than ours that it's frankly frightening. They've got 90 members. Whch is bigger than this year's senior class.
anyways. I was tired as all get out all day today. I still am.
You know what I dreamed of this morning?
I was awake and looking into the bathroom, looking at the glow from the nightlight we keep in there. Then I heard someone SHOUTING. At 3 in the morning. There wasn't anyone awake in our house, but I heard someone shouting inside.
But the thing is? It sounded like one of our flagline members.
I turned over and tried to go back to sleep, and then I started to hear TRUMPETS WARMING UP. This was about when I realized that I must be dreaming, because clearly there were no trumpets in my house at 3 AM.
So I went to sleep dreaming of marching band, and got no rest at all that way.
Then before I woke up, I had a weird dream about a kitten. shut UP denffe.
And now, some southern tourism tips I picked and chose from BST ;)
3) Don't order a bottle of pop or a can of soda down here. Down here it's called Coke. Nobody gives a flying damn whether it's Pepsi, RC, Dr. Pepper, 7-Up or whatever- it's still a Coke. Accept it. Doing otherwise can lead to an ass kicking.
4) We know our heritage. Most of us are more literate than you (e.g., Welty, Williams, Faulkner). We are also better educated and generally a lot nicer. Don't refer to us as a bunch of hillbillies, or we'll kick your ass
13) Don't ridicule our Southern manners. We say "sir" and "ma'am," hold doors open for others, and offer our seats to old folks because such things are expected of civilized people. Behave yourselves around our sweet little grey- haired grandmothers or they'll kick some manners into your ass just like they did ours.
:D
