TaskmasterTChalla In reply to Crisadence [2018-07-04 09:56:30 +0000 UTC]

it has to be
you must sell your soul to the marching band gods in the form of a blood sacrifice in order to participate 

tbh tho, I kinda super hated marching band, just the marching part really, I sucked butts at it
I just like hangin out with nerds and playing the trumpet :'D

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Crisadence In reply to TaskmasterTChalla [2018-07-05 19:09:06 +0000 UTC]

If that isn't the truth, I don't know what is lol



The number one thing I hated about marching band was the Arizona desert heat I had to endure or 4 hours every other day of the week. It was so hot that our icy water packs would be hot after just 30 minutes, and even then we drank all of it so we just had to spend the next hours thirsty as all hell and suffering. It was relentless. But putting on a show and improving on the Baritone and hanging out with the nerds and geeks made everything worth it. One of the best things was that after every football game on Friday, we'd call a pizza place and it would remain open exclusively for the band and we'd all just hang out. Good times, man.

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TaskmasterTChalla In reply to Crisadence [2018-07-05 19:46:55 +0000 UTC]

i dont really mind heat since I've only ever lived in Florida and Georgia, so I've p much only know disgusting weather, but I did get literally the worst sock tan line out of everyone in the band. All my white friends hated the fact that I never got sunburn, but I had that tan line for years man
it was embarrassing 
what are thooose 
my pasty behind feet

We never went out to eat as a band, it might've had something to do with the fact that there were over 200 of us not counting color guard, but one of my favorite things was that after every game we won, our section leader would scream NEVER GIVE UP and we'd reply NEVER SURRENDER and we'd hafta hold our trumpets over our heads all the way into the band room and until the drum line stopped playing. I mean, it wasnt fun, but I'm not a quitter and it gave me an excuse to scream at the other trumpets for giving up and/or surrendering 

the worst was when we won the state championship, and I held my trumpet over my head for at least 45 minutes cause we had to wait for people to use the bathroom (idk if you ever had to go potty in your uniform, but it is an ordeal), and we had to walk all the way out of the georgia dome though the parking lot, and to the buses. I was the only one who made it that far, and yea it was completely unnecessary, but I'm the real winner here

I mean, there were definitely a lot if things I enjoyed about marching band, but i'm not sure the benefits really outweighed the costs, it was p freakin miserable, and I just wanna play the trumpet with my bros 

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Crisadence In reply to TaskmasterTChalla [2018-07-08 03:07:56 +0000 UTC]

Oh god, I could NOT imagine marching practice in humid places like Florida or Georga. Like here in AZ, I got doses of what I'd imagine marching there feels like when we get the occasional monsoon (which we were still forced to practice in which was awful). Feels like a wet sauna. The worst part was the mosquitos afterwards tho :'D.

Lol my best friend is a mixed girl, and she's just the same. I'd always make fun of the fact her skin was like mocha but her feet were whiter than the whitest Christmas. I don't get suntan either since I'm black, but boy let me tell you; a before and after pic of marching band will show that I've at LEAST become three times darker from all the sun baking. I become crispier than a burnt fried chicken.

Whoa holy crap man. My band hardly breached 60-65 members. You guys were D1 for sure. It' an always the large bands with the awesome grand scale showings. Then here's D3 just dooting along. We always had a heavy bassline though lol.  

Dude, our chants before games and festivals... A designated person would yell DO IT UP! DO IT UP! over and over while hopping up and down (in uniform .-. ) and all band members hop and cluster into a tight circle around that one dude. When we were all in earshot, they would start a speech. Like something from Friday Night Lights or something lol "we worked hard. we're gonna win this.". While they speak, everyone does a low quiet buzz with their lips as if they are playing their instrument and we squeeze close together. I would always try for the back, but the tall ass boys would push me and I would be wedged between sweat and stank. After the speech is over, we all just belt out the loudest scream, and I kid you not, we start doing this;

"WE ARE THE BEST! WHO ARE WE?" "WILDCATS!" "WHO ARE WE?" WILDCATS" WHO ARE WE?" WILDCATS" *COMMENCE ROARING SCREAMS*. tfw you live highschool musical for a moment.

Uhhh 45 minutes??? bump that, I would have my arms inward! Good grief. The worst I had it was like, 2 mile marches after completing the show during a festival aAAAALLL the way back to the bus in order to change into regular marching band T-shirts. I have never sweated so much in my life. 

BLOOD, SWEAT, AND TEARS

But yeah, there was alot of things unfavorable about marching band; for me it was mostly the clicks, drama, and being forced to go to other section leader's houses for practice. Also the screaming band director... AND the practices where we only work on 1 song and 1 section. :'D

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TaskmasterTChalla In reply to Crisadence [2018-07-08 12:46:07 +0000 UTC]

the mosquitoes...
that was the #1 reason I hated practicing outside, especially at band camp, cause it was in the dead of summer and apparently I'm just extra delicious to mosquitoes, idk, but the second i hit outside air, they just consume me 

and I'm mixed too, so I just get so extra crispy so, so fast, to the extent that people would bring other people to me to witness the extraordinary dichotomy between my tan lines, like one of my hispanic friend's showed us his sock tan line, and then I flashed my white people ankles, and we screamed about it. And i remember one time I thought I was getting sun burn cause my calves was burnin up, but then I found out I was just gettin extra crispy, and when I brought this up to my ginger friend, she physically shoved me out of distain 
like, I'm sorry I'm out here roastin like you grandmama's thanksgiving turkey and you aint
got dang...

Our band didnt have any pre game rallies, cause there were so many of us and we all got to the school at different times (except I usually stayed at school because band was my life and I didnt go home for anything, I had everything i needed in the bandroom like my trumpet and a floor to lie down on) and by the time everyone had arrived, we were all business in concert arc or marching to the bleachers, and there was no joy to be had. but once the game started, we did have various chants, and I made sure to scream as much as possible. It is my one true passion in life. 
I mean, the band had their own things they do, but we had a whole hype team of half naked children called the Blue Crew and they had a chant that was like 
Half naked boy: WE
Literally everyone else:WE
Half naked boy: WE BELIEVE
Literally everyone else: WE BELIEVE
Half naked boy: WE BELIEVE THAT
Literally everyone else: WE BELIEVE THAT
-long pause-
WEBELIEVETHATWEWILLWINWEBELIEVETHATWEWILLWINWEBELIEVETHATWEWILLWINWEBELIEVETHATWEWILLWIN

And we just spiral into madness ._.
my school was super in to sports, so we got p jazzed about these kinds of things
there's even a song...
youtu.be/RyCPNNxeP7w

Also, I lived in my marching uniform as much as possible. Those things were sexy as heck man. I wanna die in that uniform

I think my least favorite thing about marching band was most of it just the learning process as a whole, I am a terrible learning, I have the worst memory, information just drops out of my head and I had the worst struggle memorizing everything. The worst. So I had to deal with a lot of people telling me what to do all the time (like, telling me I was horribly wrong and that I needed to do better) which stoked an ungodly fire within my very soul, but I never fought them about it cause I knew I was sucking it up, but my band director would just yell at me through the intercom during practice in front of over 200 people, it was awful. He's known for making little girls cry, and we joke about it all the time, but I wept bitterly at night 3 times during my freshman year of band camp cause I'm the kind of person where you could just say my name sternly, and I'll lose it

but I feel ya on the working with one section thing, cause our director always had to work to fix the woodwinds, and sometimes it'd get to the point where he would just let the brass sit down which was wild because trumpets never get to sit down for anything ever no matter what unless it's concert band, so you know that struggle was real 

and I hafta ask, because no one has ever brought this up but me, but as a fellow brass player, did the spit in your instrument ever try to come back home during a show, like, especially if it was cold outside, i'd be too afraid to breath because I didnt want saliva to reenter my mouth, and it would just drip down my face like I was some haggard swamp witch, and there was nothing I could do about it because this is marching band and you are supposed to suffer. I brought this up to someone who played the trombone, so apparently it's a thing, it's just not something anyone ever wants to talk about ever at all because it's the worst 

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