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 Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2005 8:07 pm
Lol, it was pretty funny... I'm in the grade 7 concert band, and we practice once a week. (Yes, this is getting somewhere.) During our second practice, Mrs. Wilson, our director, pointed out to us that a ritardando at the end of one of our pieces. And... since she likes picking on us Alto Saxes, she decided to ask us what a ritardando was. Of course, we knew... Andrew, an alto who I secretly have a crush on heart , answered her. It was really funny, here's how the conversation went...
Mrs. Wilson: Altos, what is that at the end of the piece?!
Andrew: A ritardando...
Mrs. Wilson: And what does that mean?
Andrew: We have to slow down...
Mrs. Wilson: And why would we slow down?
Andre: Cause it says so.
Meanwhile, we're all sitting here laughing at him. blaugh Mrs. Wilson made fun of him for the next few practices.
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2005 11:07 pm
Ok...Band stories all the way from Clackamas High School.
#1a.
In October we usually go to the beach for 3 days for our band retreat. My sophomore year, one of our tromboners jumped of one of the highest sand dunes there. He did a flip in the air and landed...hard...on his right arm. At that moment our BD walks onto the beach and sees him just laying there in the sand. He rushed over and touched his right arm, thus waking him up. Turns out after they got him to the hospital, that he broke his right arm.
#1b.
Another dune story. Once again my freshman year, another one of our tromboners jumped off the sand dune only to break his leg. He landed wrong after doing a bad jump. He had crutches and couldn't do all the games those 3 days.
New rule for Band Retreat: No sand dune jumping.
#2.
My freshman year, we had a sand wrestling contest between Cabin B for the Boys and Cabin A for the girls. It was a tough battle, because my fiance (boyfriend at the time) was in wrestling and I was the only girl left on our team. He didn't back down and he flipped me over his back and pinned me to the ground...and then kissed me. So we lost that battle but won the war. We were the most behaved cabin there!! (Secretly...we t-ped the BD cabin the last night)
3.#
This one is from my sophomore year. I was stupid enough to wear a shirt that wasn't only low cut but a size too big for me, so I held it up with a safety pin. When we stopped at the rest area to get lunch and to stretch, the safety pin holding my shirt up, fell to the ground. So I bent over to pick it up...forgetting that the entire front of my shirt was open and that the ENTIRE BAND could see down my shirt. So 2 of the freshmen made a big deal out of it and told our BD that I had flashed the entire bus. He believed them over me and half the band. So I had to have a parent around me the entire time. Sucked big time.
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2005 6:13 pm
My best friend got really sick on the last competition she got soo sick she couldn't stop throwing up...sucked for her because everyone thought she was pregnanet. lol
But she's not. rofl
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2005 12:57 pm
Man, I hope I can not only remember these stories, but do them justice by telling them the right way!
Go, Team, Go!
Illinois high school football teams need six wins to make it to postseason play (at least they did back in 1997). This is an important fact to keep in mind because my school's team had five wins going into the last game of the season--a home game against the worst team in the history of Illinois high school football. It was also very cold that November.
We knew what was at stake. We win, and the band get's to freeze at a playoff game. We lose, and next Saturday gets spent watching MST3K from the warmth of the family room. And so, summoning the mighty musical powers granted to every marching band, we did the only thing we could do: cheer for the other team!
As we were milling about the sideline, waiting for the halftime buzzer to sound. the opposing running back breaks free for a sixty-something yard TD run. The whole band (close to 200 musicians) starts drifting down the sideline, following the play and displaying what has to be the worst legal school spirit ever. Fortunately, our director saw us before the player scored, so we ran back to where we were supposed to be.
Our school lost the game, and a playoff spot. The band got to stay warm the following weekend.
Penalized
Collegiate marching bands don't have to worry about sportsmanlike conduct. There's no rules stating that we have to behave. In fact, it seems that being wrong is encouraged.
An opposing player flips off the band. A drum major looks up his name in the program. A chant rings out from the stands: "His name is Rhemus; he has no [body part]!" The band earns the team a 15-yard penalty.
The band also scraps its postgame show and quietly sneaks out of the stadium, avoiding any football players that could make us eat our horns.
Other Adventures
Our H.S. director had the wonderful idea to play some highly recognizable themes during player introductions at basketball games. Without saying what the themes were supposed to be, a large number of students (including me) in the basketball band played Another One Bites the Dust for our players and a fanfare for the opposition.
These same students were talented enough to transpose the school fight song on the fly. The result was awful, as most of the low brass and some other scattered instruments played the tune in half-step transpositions from the original key (D, Eb, and E all at the same time!).
And lastly, a jazz combo class was spent storing orchestral instrument cases under the auditorium stage. After bowling the bass drum cylinders down the stairs to our director, we decided to store him under the stage as well.
And Lastly
Senior pranks that never went off:
--Classified ad for school's instruments. Contact number=director's office.
--Classified ad for band director's furniture. Contact number=director's office.
--Classified ad for band director's job. Contact number=director's office.
--Artificial snow in the school hallways. I know it's not band-related, but it still would have been hard to top!
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Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2005 12:23 am
martinidorkyo Oh yeah... On more. We went to the track team’s meet against the school’s biggest opponent. We really hate the track kids. Seriously. I don’t know why we went but we did. And the worst thing is we had to play “Go Big Blue” while the cheerleaders danced to it. Even worse our school is POOR and we had to share the bus with the stupid cheerleaders. So they took the back and we took the front, where we created a master plan.. IT turns out the faster you play, the faster they have to dance, the more pissed they get. See, everybody wins! So we get there and we have to make a huge trek across their track field in about 100 degree weather. We play our hearts out until its time for our collaboration with the cheerleaders. We played as fast as possible and all the track kids were laughing at them instead of us. The feeling was great. So we make the trek back and we are all dehydrated and tired. My friend who plays baritone was having difficulty lugging her instrument along and I felt bad only having a clarinet and all. So I stop to help her and next thing I know I am pushed down by a cheerleader. I got so pissed. The director and cheer coach were up ahead so they didn’t see but David who is this whup-your butt kind of guy sees and gets really pissed. Then he tells another sax who tells another who tells another who tells the anger management Zac mentioned above who gets PISSED. They start yelling at her and ganging up on her and then the other cheerleaders come and a huge fight ensues. HA! The cheer coach broke it up and we all got in trouble but we didn’t care. We went to our hour detention the next day wearing shirts that said “Cheerleaders Suck, Bandos Forever”. So we sat there in a row, facing the cheerleaders (because supposedly if we do nothing but stare at them for an hour we will have good will towards one another) wearing our shirts. It was pretty cool. for pregame the cheerleades dance to the marching band playing the fight song so they play it really fast to screw up the cheerleaders and i am on colorguard so i have to move my flag really fast and sometimes i get all jumbled up in the motions but its all good because the cheerleaders end up looking stupid rofl
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Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2005 9:46 am
I remember that our band went to san antonio to play at the tmea concert and so we had to go with the ninth graders (i was in 8th grade when this happened) so they took 2 buses, one for the eight graders and one for the ninth graders and percussion. Anyways we stopped to eat and some of us crazy eight graders started making faces at the 9th graders and one of the 9th graders was for some reason pissed off at us and he flipped us off (even in front of our band directors!)and so when he did that my friend brittni took my friend auriel's camera and took a pic of him flipping us off.What sux though is that when she developed it, the picture didn't come up. If it did then i would have shown you guys. I have a plethora of other stories, but I thought this was one of the funniest that happened 3nodding
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2005 11:22 pm
#1
During band camp my freshman year, it rained all day on Thursday. We were going to have a barbeque that day, too, so when we were done practising, we all needed to change. All the bathrooms were full, so Nick decided to change in the hallway while his friends held up a towel. They thought it would be funny to drop the towel on him when he was nude. Needless to say, many people got a free show. XD I was five seconds away from seeing it. Since then, everybody has called him Sunshine. xd xd xd
#2
On our BD's birthday one year, we threw a party. One of the trumpet players dressed up like Marilyn Monroe and sang Happy Birthday to him.
That's all I can think of now...hehe.
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2005 12:39 am
once at band camp last year...the third week before school starts when it's just drumline and pit (the rest of the band comes for the last two weeks before school).... So we were on our drumline break, and everyone (including me) crouds around this awesome, badass, snare drum friend of mine. He has a keyboard in one hand, a smile on his face, and a table at his side. He then proceeded smash the keyboard on the table, which sent all the keys flying. I still have the "delete" key from that day biggrin xd
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2005 1:00 pm
Lessee.... There's plenty... But where to begin?
#1. My Flute Gets Violated
My rookie year, I was talking to my section leader before a competition. I said something about the flute's tuning nut and our psychotic drum major heard. He snatched my flute out of my hand and asks me where the tuning nut is. I point to it and he promptly molests my poor, poor flute.
#2. I Have a Heart Attack
Again, before a competition. You'll get disqualified if you play outside the warm-up areas or on the field. Well, I was putting on my uniform jacket when I heard a random flute playing. I freaked out and threw my hat at somebody and ran toward the sound. It turned out to be a girl from another school, but everybody in the band was dying laughing.
#3. My Instruments Get Molested Alot
This summer I went to a music camp, so I had to miss the first week of pre-band camp rehearsals. When I arrived, I was just really happy to see everybody and started socializing. Well, our cymbal player looks at my piccolo while we're talking and snatches it (sound familiar?) He looks at it and goes, "There are some guys whose schlongs are bigger than this thing!"
Well, a bunch of guys from the band, mainly drummers, hear this and proceed to compare the size of my piccolo to their penises... So my instruments get molested alot.
#4. The Indestructible Piccolo
I tend to drop my piccolo on accident alot. And nothing has ever happened to it, no matted how hard it drops. One day I accidentally drop in on concrete and people are like O_O. I'm like, "Don't worry, the thing is satanic and indestructible." So one of the drummers decides to test it out, and throws it across the practice field. Even I'm like, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!"
So I run across the practice field to find it and pick it up. Sure enough, there's not a single scratch on it.
#5. The Greatest Improvisation Ever
While we're warming up, about five minutes before we have to leave for the field, one of the pads on my piccolo comes out. I stop playing and start waving my arms frantically. The drum major cuts off and my BD looks annoyed and he goes, "What?" I reply, "My pad fell out!" And hold it up. He gets wide-eyed and starts asking for glue or tape, which no one has.
He sees our graduated quads player, Jerzie, who's a "manager" of sorts, passing out pixie sticks to the drumline. He grabs a few from him and hands him to me. He goes, "Pour it in your hand, spit on it and make a paste to glue it in with!" So I did. And it didn't work very well. He yells, "Jerzie! Do you have any more candy?" And Jerzie tosses him some mints, which my BD tosses to me. I put the mint in my mouth to make it sticky, and mix the sticky stuff with the pixie stick paste. And the pad stuck! ^^ So now the rookies get to hear the story about the Great Improvisation every year!
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2005 4:02 pm
Lol, this one happened today:
We were on are lunch break, and 3 of the trumpet players (the mischievious ones in my section) went off to the open janitor's closet (which was right by the band room and bathrooms). There, one of them got the spray-can of liquid nitrogen (they had messed with it before), stole one of the guys' cell phones, and ran into the bathroom. As you can probably guess, he put it on the ground and sprayed it full-blast with the liquid nitrogen xd (he had done this to the guy's cellphone yesterday).
So naturally, the guy who had his phone frozen tried to get the can away from the other guy, but got sprayed himself. And it was so cold that he pissed himself. xd
That story spread throughout the whole band in a matter of minutes.
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2005 6:29 pm
haha. that's funny. One time during band camp we were plotting to do something to our field commander and well things worked well. She was stuck to her stand and that's all I have to say. Let's just say that her marching shoes are still stuck there too
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2005 12:28 am
Wow. My crazygluing of mouthpieces to mouths and locking of Sophmores in Tuba cases doen't seem so impressive anymore... sweatdrop
Still quite funny, but nowhere near as original.
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Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2005 9:25 am
At our hosted competition (Eagle's Nest Invitational) 2 years ago, a group of Low Brass players lured one our DMs into the storage room...
And duct taped him to the floor! No one noticed hae was missing until 15 minutes before our performance. Needless to say our band director was pissed.
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Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2005 4:31 pm
Now heres the latest trick we pulled off. Me, Luke's Girlfriend(colorgaurd girl)(Luke's my Section Leader), A colorguard girl, And my best friend who's a flute player took this Farmers no tresspassing sign and stuck it right in front of Luke's bedroom window. So the farmer comes by a few mins later(we were hiding in the bushes) and looks really pissed. He bangs angrily on Luke's front door and Luke comes out in jammie pants(good looking) and was like half asleep(practice had been like 10 hours long and it was like 11:00 at night) The farmer starts yelling at Luke and poor Luke has no clue what he's talking about. The farmer is all threatening to sue and Luke starts yelling at him and so I snuck down the street and pretended to casually walk up to his house. I was all getting in on the argument(I took the farmers side rofl ) It was funny as hell because the farmer got fed up and took back his sign, Luke chased me down the street trying to tackle me and his girlfriend and the other girls come out from behind the bushes laughing so hard. Needless to say he was pissed. We still tease him about it too.
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Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2005 6:07 pm
Just yesterday, we had a game. Each section has there own bus. The clarinet section, which I am apart of, is pretty big. Anywho, everyone seems to be so hyped before a game to the point where we just do silly things on the bus. Laugh, sing really loud, make up raunchy jokes etc. Well, my friend and I sit in the back; in seat 11. Two guys yesterday, were sitting beside us and one of them had his arm around the other. I don't think he was aware he was sitting like that. I had to admit it looked pretty hot being that they were both just looking out the window and seeming pretty dazed. Seeing that just made me burst out laughing but they didn't notice so I pointed it out to everyone around us. They were still clueless. Even the boy who had his arm around the other asked us what were we laughing at after I had taken a quick picture of them with some girl's cellphone.
Finally, a freshman told them and almost the entire bus laughed for a good five minutes when they saw the look on their faces.
It was classic. I hope that girl kept the picture on her cellphone. It was perfect shot. razz
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