“Alright, everyone. Take five for water and be back here at...6:33- no, make that 6:35. ” These are the words that I live for. Those few minutes of sweet relief from the strenuous weight of an instrument and the ever repeating show. “Start a page 25 and go until the end of the movement.” Directions like “Let’s do that a few more times and then we’ll move on” and finally, at the end of the day, “Everybody set up at the beginning of the show for a full run-through.” The directions barely getting through your mind past the notes, rhythms, sweat, breathing, and laughter. This is music. This is family. This, is marching band. Although I haven’t been a part of it for long, the Kennesaw Mountain High School Marching Band is an unforgettable experience in my life. When people in band tell you it’s like a family, there is no exaggeration or false information being given to you. It really is a family. You have crazy “uncles”, batty “aunts”, overprotective “parents”, “cousins” you don’t talk to, and people you didn’t even know were in the family. But let’s not …show more content…
In middle school I learned the fundamentals and then some. Marching band put what I learned to the test. Suddenly there are more basics to learn, and those basics are expected to be perfected by September. They add more basics, and apply those basics to drill. Before I know it, I’m marching across a football field in the scorching summer sun, constantly being criticized by the choreographer and visual technicians. But all of that is worth it, when you finish the first full run through of the season, thinking back on the many mistakes you made during the run, but breathing heavily, smiling because you did what you thought to be near impossible in the beginning. You did it. You scaled a skyscraper without any equipment except for a whole lot of people. From here you just take the stairs back
The Mighty Trojan Marching Band: Garner’s Unsung Talent Written By: Lauryn Gibbs The Mighty Trojan Marching Band marches to a cadence played by the drumline to Friday night football games. At the games, the band plays stand tunes such as the Garner High classic ‘Hey Baby’. During halftime, the band performs their marching show. During third quarter, the band goes on break.
I stood seven steps from the start line, hands sweaty and lips trembling. It seemed as if at any moment I would break the position of attention: feet at a forty-five degree angle, knees slightly bent, chin just above the horizon, and shoulders up, back, and down. Though I always dreamed of representing the Benicia High School Panther Band as their drum major, the lone figure in front of the block of blue and gold wearing a white British uniform and a brown bearskin hat, it never occurred to me that I was finally there. There was no way I could not be nervous; it was the last marching practice before my first competition in my career. Nevertheless, there was no escape.
For many years I have been known for being a very talented athlete. But what many people do not know is that I was once in the Elba Marching band. Being in the band has taught me a lot of things, like reading music, discipline and organization. The most interesting thing about the band was that we had to learn how to read music. At first this was a challenge for me, but I soon got the hang of it.
There are a variety of instruments used in a marching band, from horns to drums, in football, there is only one ball. They also differ greatly in uniform appearance. Football requires a helmet, shoulder pads, cleats, jerseys, and all other necessary required uniform pieces in order to play football. Where as a marching band’s apparel is very showman-like with extravigant hats, gloves, tops, and shoes; however, there is one thing that these uniforms have in common, and that is they both represent the school they attend in a tasteful, meaningful way. Crummett 2
Meet my Jazz band. This is a picture of us in New Orleans my junior year during spring break to play Jazz. I decided upon this picture because this band has had such a profound impact on how I frame my future. My connection with music through the piano has been fostered ever since I could reach those shiny black and white collection of keys. Starting at the age of four, playing the classical music of Mozart and Bach was what my musical background was founded upon, with tangible medals and accomplishments as achievements.
On Wednesday, the 18th of May, I attended and participated in the Final Band Concert of the year. Throughout the year, all band students continually practice pieces and the Final Band Concert is the only concert to have every band student in it from fifth grade all the way up to twelfth. This concert is always very special because it is both the first large concert for the fifth graders and the last for many students. The concert started from the Fifth Grade Band, then to the Junior 6th Grade, Advanced 7th and 8th Grade band, and finally to the High School Concert Band. The concert began exactly on time at 19:00.
It is extremely irritating when people do not recognize all the sports that are out there. Sure, there are a lot of them but if we can consider cheerleading a sport then I think that we can call marching band a sport. People do not understand why I am so easily annoyed when they diss this great sport. Marching band is the place where the intelligent students are.
Marching band; copious amounts of people scoff at the sound of those words. I often hear students commenting on how easy marching band is, how we don’t train like the football players do. At Anderson High School, that’s not the case, the marching band trains for just as long. As a band of over 125 individuals, it takes determination, pride, and confidence to achieve the goals we have set forth to accomplish. As a leader of the saxophone section, I know what it’s like to face failure, to overcome and turn it into success and to march on with confidence.
The overall objective of our band is to put on the best show possible. With each year, the hardest obstacle is training the rookies. They have to be just as disciplined and have the same conditioning as the older members to be able to carry out the drill. As one of the older members, it’s our job to guide them
When you think of sports, marching band is not necessarily something that comes to mind but should definitely be included in the category of a sport. First, marching band fits the definition of a sport by being physically exerting and requiring skill. A marching band not only consists of band members that play instruments, but also include the color guard. The color guard is a section of the band that does not play an instrument but uses props, flags or other items to enhance the visual appeal of the performance. Most times they can do as much, if not more, work than the members that play instruments.
I have always been a particularly musical person. When I was younger, I wanted to become a singer when I grew up, but upon joining the choir in elementary I realized I did not have the talent for singing that I thought I had. Continually singing off key and never sounding as good as my peers did, I decided to confine myself to singing at home where only my family could hear me. Despite this revelation that I was, in fact, a terrible singer, I still wanted to participate in some type of musical performance and decided to join the band in middle school. After trying out various different instruments, I settled on the flute and quickly fell in love.
Easy to encounter, not so easy to overcome, failures claw at hopes and successes. They bring down those who are weak enough to let them in. They strengthen those that can get past them. I got past one that almost ruined my chances for new opportunities.
To the average person, the high school marching band is nothing more than a bunch of geeks that play during half time at the football games or monopolize the benches by the band hall, but to me, it is so much more. To me it is a family, a safe haven, a creative outlet, a home. I have been involved in marching band for three years, going on four, and I wouldn 't trade the experience for anything. When I entered high school as a scared and awkward freshman, I immediately had three hundred people that I could rely on. The program quickly became like a second home to me and opened up a whole new path in my life.
Upon my first arrival in Pompey’s back yard, there was an eerily familiar feeling. It reminded me of home, Trinidadians joking with one another, steel pan echoing through the room, as though every individual was moving to their own beat. In Earnest, the room sounded as though not everyone was quite sure what they were doing. However, as soon as most of the band was there and ready to start, the orchestra began to synchronize and sound like a unit. Ensuring that I have my work cut out for me.
Band has given me tons of friends and lessons in life that I will remember and carry on with me