I Am No Longer A Marching Band Virgin
This week I worked with the “pit” or “front ensemble” (both terms I had never heard before) for the Sandlewood Marching Saints (GO SAINTS! …I guess). This meant that I “worked” 12 hour days for 6 days straight!
It was quite eye-opening. Here a few of my observations from the past week.
1. Why do they count off “5, 6, 5, 6, 7, 8” if the song is in 4/4?!?!? I understand it has to do with the marching, but they do it even when they’re sitting in the band room! It took me a while to get used to counting off my group like this… if I did “1, 2, 3, 4” it threw them off.
2. I had no clue what a drum-major did! They take away half of the directors responsibility! I’m not saying that’s a bad thing either. I could also imagine how they can either be the most hated person in the band, or everyone’s favorite arm-waver!
3. High-schoolers. Do. Not. Listen. To. Anything. (I already knew this, but I was thoroughly reminded of it this week.)
“You only play cymbals on this song.”
“Just use 1 stick, not 2.”
“Yeah, sure… that’s close enough.”
“Why are you talking when you should be playing?”
“Why are you playing when I’m talking to you”
“You only play cymbals on this song!”
“Stop dancing when you play!”
“ONLY USE 1 STICK!”
“You’re not in the drum-line, don’t twirl your sticks.”
“YOU ONLY PLAY CYMBALS ON THIS SONG! DO NOT PLAY ANYTHING ELSE!!!!!”
5. High-schoolers (who have been out marching) smell. My goodness, it was like walking into an Awana room during game time! (Seriously, if you’ve never walked into an Awana game room consider yourself truly blessed of God) My nose quickly adjusted after day 1 though.