Jazz it up with Marching Band~

Corny title I know. I'm being pressured by a certain band teacher, who will not be named...it's not Mrs. Smith.

Alright, so I started out my day like any other. Dreading school, because honestly, who doesn't? Only thing different was Grandma driving, one of the scariest things in my life. I don't know if traffic laws were different when she was young, but OMG. (excuse my txt-talk, that was the only thing that could thoroughly express my feeling this morning.)

Next was Jazz Band. Now I'm not officially in Jazz Band, but Natalie Kerr and I are there early enough, that we might as well be. What do we play you ask? Why auxiliary percussion of course! What other insturment could truly capture Natalie and my own musical talent? Don't get me wrong though, I love it. It is to much fun, I can even describe how much fun it is.
ESPECIALLY, the Cowbell. That's right, the cowbell. I play this insturment like no other, even the clarinet.
It seems as though the Cowbell is the only insturment that can truly capture me raw musical talent.

And then there is Natatlie, or the Barbarian of Beats, the Conqueror of Congas, the Monarch of Music. You choose. She's not very picky about these things.
She play's a rhythm like no other, hand her a piece of music for the Conga's and she'll be able to play it, in no time at all.


Enough about Jazz Band though (however fun it is.)
Onto the onslaught of obvious obstructions.
[Translation: Stuff went bad. Very bad.]

Today we began to study the second song's drill.
And it was the most depressing thing to see though. No one was enthusiastic, about anything. A rainbow could've been thrown out by a leprechaun riding a unicorn, and everyone would've shrugged it off. NEVER UNDERESTIMATE THE UNICORN RIDING LEPRECHAUN. EVER.

Instead of smiling, joyous faces, I saw the stoic faces of a band who didn't want to try to improve. Who didn't want to improve.
This is a perfect segway to my next point, actually. Mr. Bailey said it today. If you aren't committed, speak up now, so we don't look bad later. You know what happens when some enter's a marriage and is not committed? Do you know what happens when you get a job, and aren't committed? It fails, and falls flat on it's pre-concived face.
When we go out to practice, and act like we did today...it gives off an air of arrogance. Ungained arrogance, at that. We are not great, not yet at least. People need to step of their musical high horse and get on the docile donkey of decency.
We gain nothing, if we don't attempt to earn it.

I don't care what your job is in the band. Whether it be Drum Major, or the high-hat in the Pit. You have to care, or it all goes to crap. All of it. It doesn't matter if everyone tries, that one bad apple will be what judges focus on. You don't want to try to be on step? You don't want to try to learn your music? You don't want to try to give your best?

LEAVE.
A band of 10 people who actually care about the well-being of band, is better than a band of 100 who couldn't care less.

Anyways, congratulations to Bobby for getting the Solo in Part 2 of our music.





RANDOM MUSCIAL STUFF FOR TODAY;

Hands down the coolest thing, ever. You could show me a Chimp doing a guitar solo to Dragonforce on top of Mt. Everest, and it still wouldn't be this cool.



To have the music memorized, and then wear silly hat's on stage? Truly a feat to behold.

Mr. Bailey take notes, this is awesome.