tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10136851.post111751148274645848..comments2024-03-18T15:02:15.282-07:00Comments on She Just Walks Around With It: Memorial Day Uh, Rememberedkristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00879301751663532121noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10136851.post-1117828016274724222005-06-03T12:46:00.000-07:002005-06-03T12:46:00.000-07:00Hm. At my school it was really difficult to becom...Hm. At my school it was really difficult to become Drum Major. You had to audition. You had to choose to audition. For that matter, you had to choose to be in the marching band.<BR/><BR/>Methinks perhaps you are trying to hide your true marching band love???<BR/><BR/>Don't be a hater! Show some Marching Band Pride!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10136851.post-1117794924357340752005-06-03T03:35:00.000-07:002005-06-03T03:35:00.000-07:00Love it!Brought back lots for me too- playing at D...Love it!<BR/><BR/>Brought back lots for me too- playing at Disneyland for the Junior High jazz band. Clearly white pants are a critical part of performing well in the 11-14 age group. I changed from flute to tenor sax in junior high thinking it would be more exciting...<BR/><BR/>Definitely bring on a picture or two if your mother still has the archives- classic.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10136851.post-1117734196603200542005-06-02T10:43:00.000-07:002005-06-02T10:43:00.000-07:00PICTURE PLEASE! I WANNA SEE YOU WEARING THAT POLYE...PICTURE PLEASE! I WANNA SEE YOU WEARING THAT POLYESTER UNIFORM!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10136851.post-1117667416356281132005-06-01T16:10:00.000-07:002005-06-01T16:10:00.000-07:00Our band did "Disney Magic Music Days" one year. ...Our band did "Disney Magic Music Days" one year. The only part of that trip that wasn’t so magic was the marching. Otherwise, under supervised high school kids at hotel and theme park = good times had by all.Shananiganshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08537301327510516106noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10136851.post-1117657679900724402005-06-01T13:27:00.000-07:002005-06-01T13:27:00.000-07:00I want Photos...I want Photos...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10136851.post-1117650231121913742005-06-01T11:23:00.001-07:002005-06-01T11:23:00.001-07:00All I can say is flourescent orange, turtle neck, ...All I can say is flourescent orange, turtle neck, wool dickies underneath a black polyester blazer. That pretty much sums it up right there :)<BR/><BR/>I always felt bad for the "big" kids who couldn't fit into the adjustable polyester pants. Marching band was such a traumatic extra-curriculur activity at times!<BR/><BR/>p.s. Love ur blog!! It's apart of my everyday work routine :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10136851.post-1117648691633071632005-06-01T10:58:00.000-07:002005-06-01T10:58:00.000-07:00i don't believe any of that. in order to prove it...i don't believe any of that. in order to prove it, you should really dig up a picture and post it. just sayin'.<BR/><BR/>-el snarksterAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10136851.post-1117646848434549492005-06-01T10:27:00.000-07:002005-06-01T10:27:00.000-07:00Look at all of the band geeks coming out of the wo...Look at all of the band geeks coming out of the wood work! Our uniforms were also hot and we used to have people passing out in them all of the time. Especially during parades. Although we did get to march in the Disney World parades twice. That was cool. We got to see "behind the scenes".Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10136851.post-1117639272107894552005-06-01T08:21:00.000-07:002005-06-01T08:21:00.000-07:00Kristy-I am laughing my ass off! Not so much in m...Kristy-<BR/>I am laughing my ass off! Not so much in mocking your painful polyester memories, but rather my own. You have an amazing way of bringing back the three months of hell that was marching band in full, vivid technicolor! Blazing heat, trying to walk straight, my lips hurting so much they felt like they would fall off (I played trumpet). We marched in a different parade, like, every week. Some parts were fun, like watching a fellow band member stepping in horseshit. Can you imagine how hard it is to play and instrument while you're trying not to laugh?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10136851.post-1117637415407987532005-06-01T07:50:00.001-07:002005-06-01T07:50:00.001-07:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.Yodahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05519302504766718908noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10136851.post-1117637414786459322005-06-01T07:50:00.000-07:002005-06-01T07:50:00.000-07:00When I was in high school, I wasn't even cool enou...When I was in high school, I wasn't even cool enough to actually BE a band geek...I was a Band Geek Hanger On. I dated a clarinetist.<BR/><BR/>Her uniform was a red and white wool tunic with matching red pants and a 14-inch tall fuzzy white hat. She herself was all of 5'1" and weighed 95 pounds, unless she was in uniform, when she weighed 110 pounds, or 120 pounds with the hat. The pants were about 6 inches too long, so she'd roll them up at the ankles.<BR/><BR/>When she stepped out of that uniform after the Memorial Day Parade, she looked as though she'd stepped out of the pool.<BR/><BR/>I suggested that she wear her bikini under it the next time, but she declined, saying that 1) the wool pants chafe and 2) I'm a pervert.<BR/><BR/>~KurtYodahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05519302504766718908noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10136851.post-1117616564713277702005-06-01T02:02:00.000-07:002005-06-01T02:02:00.000-07:00Tiddly om pom pom!Tiddly om pom pom!Bob Mottramhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07508972554031337434noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10136851.post-1117603261145699242005-05-31T22:21:00.000-07:002005-05-31T22:21:00.000-07:00Dude, I was a flute player, and I was slightly ner...Dude, I was a flute player, and I was slightly nerdy (okay, REALLY nerdy) but I live in Seattle, dude, and you can barely get people to toke up together here. Much less march.Aarwennhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04803036088464900924noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10136851.post-1117595317787044202005-05-31T20:08:00.000-07:002005-05-31T20:08:00.000-07:00um, the funny thing is that i feel like i just rea...um, the funny thing is that i feel like i just read an entry i would have written. man alive, i HATED memorial day because of the parade. i actually liked marching band during football season, but i hated those parades in the spring. halloween was the only parade i ever liked, because we got to wear costumes. anyways, i too was drum major, and ALWAYS destroyed the salute. but, Fabio (the other drum major) always messed up conducting. i knew what was important at least. <BR/>woah. band nerd. thats me.cassafrasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09782622012387103883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10136851.post-1117583601579044572005-05-31T16:53:00.000-07:002005-05-31T16:53:00.000-07:00Sacre Bleu!!! That damn marching band. We had to...Sacre Bleu!!! That damn marching band. We had to practice before and after school during football season (coincidently the best waves for surfing were in the fall) so I quit the band in favor of surfing and took French class. I loved band class, CLASS, not marching, but I gave it up for surfing. I still have my trombone, but damn if I can paddle a surfboard anymore, and my French pretty much sucks too,...<BR/><BR/>je n'est sais pas.....Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10136851.post-1117580509535697852005-05-31T16:01:00.000-07:002005-05-31T16:01:00.000-07:00LOL - Oh no, Kristy - yet another thing we have in...LOL - Oh no, Kristy - yet another thing we have in common! Just last week, I was combing through old memories, trying to think of dorky things from my childhood to write about in my blog, and had lingered a while on the fateful junior high years of DRILL TEAM! Which meant I got to march along with the marching band and do all sorts of annoying little hand movements. Which meant that we were like cheerleaders, but not quite. Oh, and yes, let's not forget the fact that even though I was on the drill team, but not quite as dextrous at the hand movements as the rest of the girls... In other words, I was a drill team second stringer, chosen especially for my ability to march for miles and miles holding a lettered sign. To be precise, the "O" from the word "YORBA" which was the name of my junior high school. Which led to finger sweating, finger cramping, and all-around parade-hating. Yes, me too!riseyphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16811155635130239239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10136851.post-1117578850177712012005-05-31T15:34:00.000-07:002005-05-31T15:34:00.000-07:00ah, yes, marching band... the main reason I begged...ah, yes, marching band... the main reason I <I>begged</I> my mom to let me quit the sax and become a yearbook geek instead...ramblin' girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05101217614181692147noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10136851.post-1117578421217952692005-05-31T15:27:00.000-07:002005-05-31T15:27:00.000-07:00You think you had it rough? I just wanted to play...You think you had it rough? I just wanted to play golf, but no, Mom insisted we get there just after dropping you off so we could get "strategic seating" on some curbside. You only had to march. I had to, after hours of just sitting in the ever-increasing heat, watch all the other junior high and high bands, plus the fez-topped men in little scooters doing magical figure-eights, plus all the "social clubs", such as the Sisters of the Tabernacle of Saint Dominica or some such that was formed basically so a bunch of drunks could have a place where they served $.75 whiskeys. I suppose next you're going to tell me how "tough" it was at Mrs. Gildersleeve's piano recitals. Love, Dad.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10136851.post-1117574449377333772005-05-31T14:20:00.000-07:002005-05-31T14:20:00.000-07:00Try wearing suede with an a full Indian headdress ...Try wearing suede with an a full Indian headdress like the chief's wear. AWFUL and HOT!Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12519224953463428308noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10136851.post-1117574381699620102005-05-31T14:19:00.000-07:002005-05-31T14:19:00.000-07:00*LOL* Ah, yes, marching band. I played the clarin...*LOL* Ah, yes, marching band. I played the clarinet. My "favorite" parade of marching season was always the Milwaukee Circus Parade. A five hour bus ride followed by at least 2 hours of marching in 90+ heat and 100% humidity in those oh so stylish poly/wool blend uniforms with my massive head and bunched up hair threatening to blow that plastic cowboy hat with the plume in it right off my head. And then the five hour bus ride back of course. Oh, those were the days... Thanks for the trip down memory lane, I think.Shananiganshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08537301327510516106noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10136851.post-1117572596590754902005-05-31T13:49:00.000-07:002005-05-31T13:49:00.000-07:00thanks for bringing up such *fond* memories for me...thanks for bringing up such *fond* memories for me as well. though as a member of the color guard (captain, actually. i'm so proud), i was at least able to wear a 'dress' instead of polyester. a GOLD SPANDEX dress. now that's hot. and singlehandedly (so i tell myself) responsible for me being dateless until senior year.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10136851.post-1117571750787107712005-05-31T13:35:00.000-07:002005-05-31T13:35:00.000-07:00I was in marching band too, playing clarinet with ...I was in marching band too, playing clarinet with braces and always getting lip gloss on my reed. We had to wear heavy wool uniforms from the 1950s, complete with epaulets, arm braids, and furry black tall-hats. Our big parade was Labor Day, where it could be counted on to top 105 degrees at 2PM, which is when the parade was held. We usually marched last in the parade, trying to remain in formation while avoiding the horse bombs littering the road. But somehow I didn't think I was a geek for being in the band! Till now. Thanks.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10136851.post-1117570154577188802005-05-31T13:09:00.000-07:002005-05-31T13:09:00.000-07:00oohhh my fellow band-geekette. were you flute or ...oohhh my fellow band-geekette. were you flute or clarinet? All I can say is, therapy will help. and wine.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com