Monday, November 4, 2013
Band gang sign
While in Lawton with the color guard, what do we find as a decorative piece in our hotel room? A statue of the band gang sign! (F#\ b-natural)
Tuesday, October 15, 2013
The Curse of the Byng Band
This year started out like any other year. Band Camp. Iron Man. Swim Party. And then...something dark and mysterious came upon the Byng High School Band. Okay. It wasn't so dark, nor mysterious. Most of the world just calls it rain. I call it---"The Curse of the Byng Band."
State Fair Parade--RAIN
ECU Homecoming Parade--RAIN
Annual Hamburger Fry--RAIN (& cold)
Today was like any other Hamburger Fry day. We try to squeeze one more jazz rehearsal in and 1/3 of the band was late, so I get cranky and yell at people. (Am I so much a freak that I can only recall once in my life that I was ever late? I was 16 and in England. I'm not sure if it was pure exhaustion or inability to set my alarm. But I got a "wake-up" call one morning that the entire orchestra was on the bus....except for me. Oops.) Back to the curse....
Then I force the next there classes to free labor. (Just be glad you weren't on ice chest clean up duty! Neither was I. I let Mr. Farris head up that department.) Eventually, 11:00 comes around and I realize we are still short on cheese and desserts. (Dear Sarah J. & Nathan--I doubt you read this, but if you did, you would know that we have never, ever, ever had as much cheese as the year we ate grilled cheese sandwiches for two months straight.) I make one more frantic run to Walmart. I almost ran over two people. I apologized and apologized. I wonder if they just wrote me off as one of those crazy Walmart people or if they knew I was legitimately sorry for bringing near death to them? And then...I drive home to make 13 dozen cookies & cupcakes. I should open a bakery instead of the band room each morning. Of course, they were "fake" cookies & cupcakes. But for the record, I can bake real ones too.
Somehow, all of my blogs come back to my not-so-handy-dandy-radar. Yes, I watched it today. And for two hours it showed it was raining on top of us. However, we at best had light mist. So, THE moment I have you take chairs and stands outside, the real rain decides to come. However, I have decided to look on the bright side of the rain....
1) Let's face it. The Hamburger Concert is always awful musicianship. Year after year, we fail to come through in a peak performance. Today, we blame it on the rain!
2) Since half of you have already lost your music, you'll get a nice, fresh copy for free and I'll never know that you didn't have your music (cough--cough--Cade).
3) Since we did our warm-ups indoors, you were given the opportunity to come up with that really strange hold-your-instruments-up-in-the-air-thing.
4.) Since Josh was cold, he decided that if he played faster he would stay warm. So finally, we were able to keep our jazz songs up to tempo. (Well, almost....but I have never in my life breathed such a sigh of relief! Except every time I touch down safely from a plane ride. Great job jazz band!)
5.) No one could do anything else since it was rainy and cold. Therefore, we had a record crowd and sold all but 3 of the 350 burgers!
I have a feeling we haven't seen the last of The Curse of the Byng Band. But....if this rain turns to snow and I have to start canceling things, I will not be happy.
State Fair Parade--RAIN
ECU Homecoming Parade--RAIN
Annual Hamburger Fry--RAIN (& cold)
Today was like any other Hamburger Fry day. We try to squeeze one more jazz rehearsal in and 1/3 of the band was late, so I get cranky and yell at people. (Am I so much a freak that I can only recall once in my life that I was ever late? I was 16 and in England. I'm not sure if it was pure exhaustion or inability to set my alarm. But I got a "wake-up" call one morning that the entire orchestra was on the bus....except for me. Oops.) Back to the curse....
Then I force the next there classes to free labor. (Just be glad you weren't on ice chest clean up duty! Neither was I. I let Mr. Farris head up that department.) Eventually, 11:00 comes around and I realize we are still short on cheese and desserts. (Dear Sarah J. & Nathan--I doubt you read this, but if you did, you would know that we have never, ever, ever had as much cheese as the year we ate grilled cheese sandwiches for two months straight.) I make one more frantic run to Walmart. I almost ran over two people. I apologized and apologized. I wonder if they just wrote me off as one of those crazy Walmart people or if they knew I was legitimately sorry for bringing near death to them? And then...I drive home to make 13 dozen cookies & cupcakes. I should open a bakery instead of the band room each morning. Of course, they were "fake" cookies & cupcakes. But for the record, I can bake real ones too.
Somehow, all of my blogs come back to my not-so-handy-dandy-radar. Yes, I watched it today. And for two hours it showed it was raining on top of us. However, we at best had light mist. So, THE moment I have you take chairs and stands outside, the real rain decides to come. However, I have decided to look on the bright side of the rain....
1) Let's face it. The Hamburger Concert is always awful musicianship. Year after year, we fail to come through in a peak performance. Today, we blame it on the rain!
2) Since half of you have already lost your music, you'll get a nice, fresh copy for free and I'll never know that you didn't have your music (cough--cough--Cade).
3) Since we did our warm-ups indoors, you were given the opportunity to come up with that really strange hold-your-instruments-up-in-the-air-thing.
4.) Since Josh was cold, he decided that if he played faster he would stay warm. So finally, we were able to keep our jazz songs up to tempo. (Well, almost....but I have never in my life breathed such a sigh of relief! Except every time I touch down safely from a plane ride. Great job jazz band!)
5.) No one could do anything else since it was rainy and cold. Therefore, we had a record crowd and sold all but 3 of the 350 burgers!
I have a feeling we haven't seen the last of The Curse of the Byng Band. But....if this rain turns to snow and I have to start canceling things, I will not be happy.
Saturday, October 5, 2013
ECU Homecoming Parade
Smitty would like to blame Andrea and Kai for today's little pre-parade episode. It seems that they have jinxed us by their little comment (Andrea) and prayer (Kai) in regards to how fun it would be to march in the rain. I think that we just might have rain for every outdoor event this year. Thanks. Thanks alot. I'm now really looking forward to the Hamburger Fry Concert next week.
Today started out like any normal Saturday morning with a band event. I sat two alarms (which I only do on band contest/concert days--or when I have an early flight to catch). The first alarm wakes Perry and I up at 8:55 am. Hey, we were sleepy because we couldn't fall asleep until about 2am. I decided this would be a good morning for a warm bowl of steel cut oatmeal with butter and brown sugar. As I began preparations for my breakfast, my second alarm went off. Perry reminded me that I always forget about the second alarm. I reminded him that's because I only set two alarms about 5 times a year.
At 10am we leave the house for the Byng Band room. Why, you ask, when our meeting place is in Ada? Because just as expected four people did not follow directions and get their instruments and uniform parts. I later learn that the number is actually six because two others didn't have hats. I planned ahead and had a few extra in my car. I know how you people operate. While I'm waiting around for kids to show, I decided to check the radar for fun. (I have a secret obsession with meteorology and often kick myself for not going in that field. However, I probably would have had to have gone to OU and we all know that would never happen. So band directing school it was.)
I got a good look at radar. Everything was east of us and moving north east. It was going to be a dry day!
And then....
Five minutes later it starts pouring outside! Calls from Byng and Francis parents start pouring in. Is the parade on? Do we still go to Ada? Are we marching today? I check the radar again. A random little storm had popped up over Byng. However, I assure all the calls that it is moving northeast--away from Ada. In fact, it wasn't even raining in Ada. I start to leave, but the gutter starts flooding and the hail starts falling, so I decide to wait it out a bit.
Eventually, all dries up and I make my way to Ada. I was quite relieved that I didn't hit crazy traffic, road blocks, and found an easy parking spot in front of Ada Music Center! The band begins to gather with a few little comments about the cold. The ECU International Student Association gives us donuts and we LOVE them for it! A few kids ask if I think it will rain. I assure them that all will be dry because the radar shows everything to be east of us and moving east! It was going to be a great parade!
Then...
Out of no where...
Lightening.
Thunder.
The skies open and I yell run!
We all found a night little....LITTLE...awning across the road where we squeezed....SQUEEZED....to keep from getting struck by lightening. And there we huddled. I expressed my love for the band in case we were to die and apologized for all the times I yelled at them. I, of course, immediately took back the yelling apology because I wasn't really sorry for that. While we were gathered and huddled the drum major arrived bringing my first pumpkin spice latte of the year. She is immediately forgiven for being late. (Note to band: I can be bribed with food, drinks, money, and nice gifts.)
Eventually, the bank across the road opened a covered parking garage where we could spread out and dry off. We finished preparing for the parade, played a warm-up, did some tuning, got yelled at by the cave man, and decided it was time to brave the mist outside.
To end a really long blog, the parade kicked off almost on time. The band looked and sounded quite possibly the best we have ever looked or sounded in a parade!
And now, I'm in my warm cozy house trying to decide whether to brave the "cold' and head out to the ECU Football Game to watch all my former students as promised. But I can hear thunder and my not-so-trusty-radar shows rain headed our way.
Today started out like any normal Saturday morning with a band event. I sat two alarms (which I only do on band contest/concert days--or when I have an early flight to catch). The first alarm wakes Perry and I up at 8:55 am. Hey, we were sleepy because we couldn't fall asleep until about 2am. I decided this would be a good morning for a warm bowl of steel cut oatmeal with butter and brown sugar. As I began preparations for my breakfast, my second alarm went off. Perry reminded me that I always forget about the second alarm. I reminded him that's because I only set two alarms about 5 times a year.
At 10am we leave the house for the Byng Band room. Why, you ask, when our meeting place is in Ada? Because just as expected four people did not follow directions and get their instruments and uniform parts. I later learn that the number is actually six because two others didn't have hats. I planned ahead and had a few extra in my car. I know how you people operate. While I'm waiting around for kids to show, I decided to check the radar for fun. (I have a secret obsession with meteorology and often kick myself for not going in that field. However, I probably would have had to have gone to OU and we all know that would never happen. So band directing school it was.)
I got a good look at radar. Everything was east of us and moving north east. It was going to be a dry day!
And then....
Five minutes later it starts pouring outside! Calls from Byng and Francis parents start pouring in. Is the parade on? Do we still go to Ada? Are we marching today? I check the radar again. A random little storm had popped up over Byng. However, I assure all the calls that it is moving northeast--away from Ada. In fact, it wasn't even raining in Ada. I start to leave, but the gutter starts flooding and the hail starts falling, so I decide to wait it out a bit.
Eventually, all dries up and I make my way to Ada. I was quite relieved that I didn't hit crazy traffic, road blocks, and found an easy parking spot in front of Ada Music Center! The band begins to gather with a few little comments about the cold. The ECU International Student Association gives us donuts and we LOVE them for it! A few kids ask if I think it will rain. I assure them that all will be dry because the radar shows everything to be east of us and moving east! It was going to be a great parade!
Then...
Out of no where...
Lightening.
Thunder.
The skies open and I yell run!
We all found a night little....LITTLE...awning across the road where we squeezed....SQUEEZED....to keep from getting struck by lightening. And there we huddled. I expressed my love for the band in case we were to die and apologized for all the times I yelled at them. I, of course, immediately took back the yelling apology because I wasn't really sorry for that. While we were gathered and huddled the drum major arrived bringing my first pumpkin spice latte of the year. She is immediately forgiven for being late. (Note to band: I can be bribed with food, drinks, money, and nice gifts.)
Eventually, the bank across the road opened a covered parking garage where we could spread out and dry off. We finished preparing for the parade, played a warm-up, did some tuning, got yelled at by the cave man, and decided it was time to brave the mist outside.
To end a really long blog, the parade kicked off almost on time. The band looked and sounded quite possibly the best we have ever looked or sounded in a parade!
And now, I'm in my warm cozy house trying to decide whether to brave the "cold' and head out to the ECU Football Game to watch all my former students as promised. But I can hear thunder and my not-so-trusty-radar shows rain headed our way.
Sunday, September 15, 2013
A blog post
I'm doing a terrible job of blogging during the school year....again. Perry needs to do something exciting. Or I need to at least take him somewhere exciting.
In the mean time, here's the Cowboy Marching Band with former Byng Band member, Paige! Hopefully I can get a recording of an ECU show so that you can see Ed, Blake, Gabby, Tommus, & Sarah.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H89YkG_Xb04
In the mean time, here's the Cowboy Marching Band with former Byng Band member, Paige! Hopefully I can get a recording of an ECU show so that you can see Ed, Blake, Gabby, Tommus, & Sarah.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H89YkG_Xb04
Monday, August 5, 2013
BAND--Car Wash--Date Change
Due to a conflict at Ada Ford, they have moved our Car Wash to August 24th. Please make that change on your calendars.
Friday, August 2, 2013
Bubbles
Put Mamma Smitty and her Brother Smitty together and what do you get? Bubbles in a hot tub. Not those kind of bubbles...suds...from soap. We left our parents at his house and went to the neighbor's hot tub who surprisingly went for the idea. Should we do this on the next band trip? Uhhhh, maybe not. It's probably best we don't get kicked out of any hotels. I'd hate to be the Harvard band of Oklahoma.
Thursday, August 1, 2013
The Curse of the August First
I just emailed a friend (who is probably one of only 5 blog readers) and that was the title of his email. I decided it was such a good title that I should use it as a post. One year ago was the dreaded kidney stone incident #1. Today, I fear I could possible have an infection in my leg. I had a few skin doodads removed on Tuesday...this one bled so much, I could have donated blood. As of today, there is a large circle around it that it red, inflamed, hot to the touch, and firm...my brother says it looks like a recent staph infection he had. So probably while I type, my leg is going to rot off and I won't be able to march along with you guys and I'll have to get a motorized cart since I'll have one leg and you'll all make fun of me and the other band directors will make fun of me and..... I decided that I couldn't possible make that run on sentence any longer.
As I type, I'm texting another friend. She replied "Ohhhh my! Legs frequently do fall off in the night due to rotting...something about the lack of sunlight to hinder the rot process."
Well, there you have it folks. Your favorite band director may be succumbing to another strange ailment that only I could get. Or perhaps this is a perfectly normal side affect of the freezing/burning process of skin. (But the spot on my nose doesn't look anything like the one on my leg.) If I end up with one leg, I suppose I can dress like a pirate and become the school's new mascot.
If you're a student, see you in five days. If you live in Micronesia, see you in 10 months. If you are my cousin Kent that I trust reads this from time to time see you Christmas (or Thanksgiving or Labor Day or the last weekend of September when I come for the Beth Moore conference or....). If you are Susan, I have no idea when I'll see you, but I really should visit or you visit here! And if you are Adam, maybe this year the bowl schedule will hit when you are at home visiting your family and the game is in TX...or there is cowboy basketball. And to the rest of the world...I had no idea you are reading, but I'm glad you do. And to that strange sensation I feel in my leg, please don't be my leg rotting off.
As I type, I'm texting another friend. She replied "Ohhhh my! Legs frequently do fall off in the night due to rotting...something about the lack of sunlight to hinder the rot process."
Well, there you have it folks. Your favorite band director may be succumbing to another strange ailment that only I could get. Or perhaps this is a perfectly normal side affect of the freezing/burning process of skin. (But the spot on my nose doesn't look anything like the one on my leg.) If I end up with one leg, I suppose I can dress like a pirate and become the school's new mascot.
If you're a student, see you in five days. If you live in Micronesia, see you in 10 months. If you are my cousin Kent that I trust reads this from time to time see you Christmas (or Thanksgiving or Labor Day or the last weekend of September when I come for the Beth Moore conference or....). If you are Susan, I have no idea when I'll see you, but I really should visit or you visit here! And if you are Adam, maybe this year the bowl schedule will hit when you are at home visiting your family and the game is in TX...or there is cowboy basketball. And to the rest of the world...I had no idea you are reading, but I'm glad you do. And to that strange sensation I feel in my leg, please don't be my leg rotting off.
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