Every summer we are entertained as marching band after marching band comes through here for their week of band camp. They practice right outside our building and I usually laugh at them. Most of them are lucky to have 30 members, they sound horrible and their band directors are up on a huge observation thing screaming through a megaphone like he’s addressing a crowd of 1500. They could easily get their instructions across by standing on the ground and talking in a normal tone of voice.
This week however, there’s a real band here. I would guess at least 100 kids out there. They can play their instruments and know their music. They aren’t spending their time tripping over each other while nobody actually plays the songs. I have to say I’m a little impressed. These guys look like a real band.
Hey Chalupa,
I just had to comment because I feel your pain about the bands. I grew up in that white house across from the President’s house on Reade. Every morning of my summer and every evening while going to bed I was “serenaded” by those bands! Wow…