I hate this feeling I have. I hate it, and can't stand it. I feel like I've done something wrong and there is nothing I can do about it. Scratch that, I know I've done something wrong.
I did not mean to come off cross at practice Mr. Bailey, I don't think anyone did. A mix of all kinds of factors, just contributed to my attitude and everyone else's. I can't really speak for everyone, but I would like to apologize for my attitude tonight. It was wrong of me, and I shouldn't have acted like I did. I should've been able to play my music at the drop of a hat, but the pressure of playing alone, with two others who had not passed off their music got to me. I broke under the pressure, something that usually happens, and I do what anyone does in that situation. I became frustrated and angry. That was a big mistake. And it shouldn't have happened.
I really want us to do well, but the attitude's displayed tonight were not condusive to doing well. I would like you to know that I am looking back over my music, right now. I looked like a fool tonight, having passed off my music, but not being able to play it. But I only have myself to blame. I really do hope you understand.
I hate this feeling, I was hoping this post would help, but it's still nagging at me.
All I can do is improve tommorow morning, and hope everyone does the same. I want us to do well, and I want to help us succeed. I have to shape up, and so does everyone else.
Please take this as a formally apology, first and foremost, Mr. Bailey, but Luke, and the rest of the band.
And by the way, NLR game tommorow night, bring your game faces. >:D (<- gameface, in case you didn't know)
Remember, Nightmare Show Shirt, Blue Jeans, Black Socks, and Drill Masters. A lack of any of those will result in a grade deduction. Make sure you have it all!
I wish us the best of luck.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Saturday, September 13, 2008
The Great Flood came, and we danced.
I got some splainnin' to do, I know.
I would have writtin' a blog last night, but I was wiped out. As I'm sure many of you were.
Last night was a first for me, as well as many others. We were washed out by rain, and tons of it. It would start, and then stop, and then start again, and stop.
Literally, we rushed to get our insturments in our case, only to have it stop a minute later. Meanwhile the brass and percussion kept playing 'Born to be Wild.'
Of course the rain started up again, and we were out there dancing to 'Born to be Wild' soaking wet. Quite a fitting seen if you ask me. A bunch of wet band kids dancing to a song about be wild? Couldn't ask for anything better.
At one point the rain became so bad, we were rushed into the Cabot Bandroom, which I must say was very hospitible of them. They could've let us get soaked, but no, they opened up their classroom to us, the soaking wet bears.
The coolest part of it was, one of their Drum Major's ran up to us, seeing our condition, and asked this very question:
"Do you guys need some towels? I mean, we don't have any towels, but we have a bathtub? We should have some towels."
It sounds funny now, but it just goes to show how nice people can be. You can almost always count on a fellow band to help you out. Of course, we declined in a nice manner, but the thought that they would help us out, meant the world to me.
Of course, the rain sent us packing early. Not much else to post about.
See you Monday!
Remember Part 3 was due Friday. May Mr. Bailey have pity on your small band souls and allow you try for another 100% Monday.
I would have writtin' a blog last night, but I was wiped out. As I'm sure many of you were.
Last night was a first for me, as well as many others. We were washed out by rain, and tons of it. It would start, and then stop, and then start again, and stop.
Literally, we rushed to get our insturments in our case, only to have it stop a minute later. Meanwhile the brass and percussion kept playing 'Born to be Wild.'
Of course the rain started up again, and we were out there dancing to 'Born to be Wild' soaking wet. Quite a fitting seen if you ask me. A bunch of wet band kids dancing to a song about be wild? Couldn't ask for anything better.
At one point the rain became so bad, we were rushed into the Cabot Bandroom, which I must say was very hospitible of them. They could've let us get soaked, but no, they opened up their classroom to us, the soaking wet bears.
The coolest part of it was, one of their Drum Major's ran up to us, seeing our condition, and asked this very question:
"Do you guys need some towels? I mean, we don't have any towels, but we have a bathtub? We should have some towels."
It sounds funny now, but it just goes to show how nice people can be. You can almost always count on a fellow band to help you out. Of course, we declined in a nice manner, but the thought that they would help us out, meant the world to me.
Of course, the rain sent us packing early. Not much else to post about.
See you Monday!
Remember Part 3 was due Friday. May Mr. Bailey have pity on your small band souls and allow you try for another 100% Monday.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
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.
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.
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