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uh...fight song! 9-8-o1: 7:45pm i had waited all my years of high school for it...and they finally did. they played dainty classical music as the opposing team ran out on the field at last night's football game. this was the work of my former english teacher, who had a vision similar to mine. it was somewhat dissapointing that we lost 6-30 something after we did it, though. the marching band, as always, looked fantastic. the new uniforms looked sharp, even without the sashes, as did the new colourguard uniforms. i was very proud. et cetera. today, however, we had a different sort of gig. as another facet of the rose bowl wine and dine, we were commissioned to supply marchers for what was supposed to be a 1000 person kazoo marching band. i was not going to be a part of this until corrin twisted my arm enough that i agreed to show up. so all 180 or so of us boarded three school busses, wearing the matching orange tee-shirts that you can see from outer space, and headed to the harvest festival in west richland. upon our arrival, people at the fucntion distributed kazoos to our cultish-looking group. then, instructions were given to keep quiet. right. marching band, kazoos, and quiet. "whoever thought of this," i said, "should win the nobel prize. marching band, kazoos...brilliant." hanford's marching band was scheduled to play before us...minus the kazoos and plus real instruments. i was very impressed...their department gets exponentially better every year. and i was very amused that at one end of their set the played "potato"...which was a very politically correct school-friendly version of "tequila"...but at the other end of the set, they played "centerfold". no liquor...but porn for all! mmmhm. then, it was our turn. we were under the impression that our orange mob would be joined by others wishing to take part in this fantastic adventure. this, however, was not the case. it ended up being a large three-line tangerine procession of "when the saints go marching in"...in at least twelve different keys and even more different tempos and starting points. this lasted long enough so that i would not be dissapointed if i never heard that song, or a kazoo at all for that matter, ever ever again. "it could have been worse, though," i said, "i could have just marched around the park for fifteen minutes or so playing 'when the saints go marching in' on kazoo...OH WAIT..." my sarcasm knows no bounds. and not even the hanford band joined in with us! what is up with that? none of us even live in west richland! "well. at least now i can die happy," i continued to corrin, "because i got to perform at least one more time with the kennewick high marching band." and what a fine establishment we are. majority voted NOT to stay and perform the opener for the kazoo talent contest. i know i'm the band's cheerleader and all...but i was quite happy with this decision. the bus ride home was tons of fun, especially hearing favorites such as "the flinstones", "heart and soul" [ solo by sam, when i jokingly asked "so, do you know..." ], "this is the song that never ends" [ also solo by sam, when i asked if there was anything more irritating he could play ], and "it's a small world after all" performed on kazoos. the small world performance was a duet between sam and i. i figured we couldn't leave the bus without playing that one at least once. "and now in german!" sam said after the first round, and promptly started into the song again. ←/ b a c k w a r d / f o r w a r d /→ |
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