tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173487087895437639.post1945290430857416416..comments2023-07-19T04:05:34.796-04:00Comments on Of Cabbages and Kings: The Goose Against Marching Band Battle RoyaleAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10883854503294092142noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173487087895437639.post-80191008304166102832008-08-04T14:21:00.000-04:002008-08-04T14:21:00.000-04:00Chyna- Isn't that often the way it is? The stuff y...Chyna- Isn't that often the way it is? The stuff you hate to do, you turn out to be good at? :)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10883854503294092142noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173487087895437639.post-61354483529613002042008-08-04T14:16:00.000-04:002008-08-04T14:16:00.000-04:00I have yet to figure out how I became a first chai...I have yet to figure out how I became a first chair, I so hated that instrument and looked for every possible way to get out of playing that thing. Would even intentionally break the reed in class just so I'd have to go get another one. There is just nothing cool about a girl with a squawking woodwind. I so dreamed of being a sax player. Now they are cool! Or a drummer.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173487087895437639.post-63776452608021235952008-08-01T18:35:00.000-04:002008-08-01T18:35:00.000-04:00Greg- Horseback riding-- in band camp? Wow, I sudd...Greg- Horseback riding-- in band camp? Wow, I suddenly feel gypped. We just worked like horses. There was no fun in band camp. <BR/><BR/>Well, we DID get to march through the local streets once playing "Do Waa Diddy." But other than that...<BR/><BR/>OHHHH, I quite forgot our mutual friend was a Glockenspielist. Hm. The danger of friends with mallets, I suppose.<BR/><BR/>And thank you... you're a sweetheart. :)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10883854503294092142noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173487087895437639.post-86504828194474930512008-08-01T16:42:00.000-04:002008-08-01T16:42:00.000-04:00That dang movie--no one seems to be able to get be...That dang movie--no one seems to be able to get beyond the words "band camp". <BR/><BR/>Fortunately, we didn't have the geese, but there was horseback riding, if I recall correctly.<BR/><BR/>3rd clarinet, here! With dents in my head (<I>and later, thankfully, the band helmut</I>) from the Mad Glockenspielist(<I>I believe you'll know to whom I refer...</I>).<BR/><BR/>You really are a great humor writer, you know!<BR/><BR/>: )Greghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14337889899066280559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173487087895437639.post-40905176204999436762008-08-01T14:41:00.000-04:002008-08-01T14:41:00.000-04:00Chyna- Ah, yes, the instruments that would fall ap...Chyna- Ah, yes, the instruments that would fall apart in the cold, freeze together, or glue your lips to it... Good times, good times! <BR/><BR/>Tiggy- Didn't I just see that on "Eastenders"? :)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10883854503294092142noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173487087895437639.post-91090876243700438592008-08-01T14:19:00.000-04:002008-08-01T14:19:00.000-04:00I grew up in the UK where we didn't have things li...I grew up in the UK where we didn't have things like band camp. The only things we did in fields was drink stolen cider and look at nudie mags. <BR/><BR/>Maybe we should have had band camp.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173487087895437639.post-89416436673020571932008-08-01T14:10:00.000-04:002008-08-01T14:10:00.000-04:00At least your band director could whip you all int...At least your band director could whip you all into shape. My director tried it twice during band practice and threw her hands up. Phew, we managed to get out of that one. I was in woodwinds too, with one of those stupid clarinets. You know it was the darnedest thing, every football game the grease on the cork would freeze up or something and I'd have to quit playing to retrieve the bottom of my clarinet. heh heh heh. I may have helped it along a few times too.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173487087895437639.post-73568426398751575792008-08-01T12:11:00.000-04:002008-08-01T12:11:00.000-04:00Alice- Ah, band camp is not in the sense anything ...Alice- Ah, band camp is not in the sense anything like camping. It really should be called "Intensive Pre-School-Session Week Long Band Practice." <BR/><BR/>It's from very early in the morning until about 4pm. And it involves learning the marching band routines from half-time, as well as all the associated music, parade marching, and then the pieces the band would play in orchestra.<BR/><BR/>We'd go home each night with sore legs and feet, because we'd be standing most of the day in the sun.<BR/><BR/>It was a lot of work, but it usually helped us get up-to-speed for the football games and competitions.<BR/><BR/>There may be some pics of me somewhere in my band uniforms. I'll have to see.<BR/><BR/><BR/>DaOldMan- Oh, well, then actually I'm surprised at your openmindedness of even COMMENTING on the web site of a former nerd like me. Gosh, I mean, you first-string Chess guys used to beat the tar out of us bandies... :)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10883854503294092142noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173487087895437639.post-55075702036888123422008-08-01T11:36:00.000-04:002008-08-01T11:36:00.000-04:00I absolutely can't relate to this post. In High Sc...I absolutely can't relate to this post. In High School, I was a jock. Oh yeah. I played varsity--second board on the Chess Team, 3 years running.Da Old Manhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02529514518271981093noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7173487087895437639.post-15856580393196729042008-08-01T11:15:00.000-04:002008-08-01T11:15:00.000-04:00I'll admit that I laughed at "band camp" first. A...I'll admit that I laughed at "band camp" first. And then when you told us you played the flute..I could only think of 'American Pie'. ROFL. What DID you do at band camp?<BR/><BR/>And after I finished chuckling at that...I could only shake my head and snicker at poor Doug. You created some great mental imagery here! Is there any chance you have a pic of yourself in the guinea pig plumes? <BR/>----------<BR/>And thanks for the kind words. I can't quit now anyway since Pokemon Master Nick is just finishing up my new look and I already forked over the $$ for it. I think Babycakes would kill me know. ; )Alicehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02312731015432167519noreply@blogger.com