Elementary school band. I could probably still play all those tunes if I had the right instrument.
Ok maybe not. But I remember them all vividly.
My orchestra teacher was always talking about how parents would come up to him astonished by how good we were. He’d tell them “I give them music that’s appropriate to their skill level. They know how to read music, and they know how to count… So if they play what they see, why is everyone so surprised?”
As an adult, I now better understand both sides of that. After hearing numerous abysmal children’s performances, I’m left wondering what the big deal is. They know how to read music, they know how to count… why *aren’t* they playing the pieces perfectly?
We must band together — you and I. Against the forces of evil, without and within! We will make a good team we march through life through good times and bad — knowing that we always have support and encouragement from each other and unconditional high regard always. Hooray!
I love that band more that anyone could imagine. They’ve changed my life for the better and I’ve never cared what others have thought about it. I love them. They inspire me. They’re awesome. They’re inspirational. They’re the Jonas Brothers.
The lights go down and silence ensues. Figures approaching in black shadows before us. What I wouldn’t give to be a part of it all. All of us in one room, connected by the same sweet, raw, epic sounds.
we think we have talent enough to be in the big leagues. To make music that hasn’t been made before, sing songs that people will like more than the old stuff. But we’re one of thousands of people trying to make it, so the odds are small. And the thought, “what makes us so special?” is an irritating neon sign of a reminder in our heads.
Band is such a great word. It’s so general and vague, leaving a world of connotations to it’s name.There are, of course, the more interesting ones. You know, the bands with the tourtured lead singer, overweight bass player, nerdy keyboarder, and the never failing to be pissed off drummer. You know the type. The ones whose lyrics never make any sort of sense, and yet there’s always “that guy” who breaks them down into something completely irrelevant when, in all actuality, the writer just popped open a thesaurus and looked up words synonmous to “agnst.” Ah, the wonder of pretentious music. But, I would be lying if I said this was the image that came to mind when I first read the word. No, instead I pictured a group of about 20 or so teenagers wearing those ridiculous outfits with feathers on their hats, tubas in their hands, and a world of metal in their mouths. Ah, marching band…truly the epitome of the nerd
I was in band since i first started 5th grade. I am not a soon to be freshman in college and i dont expect to continue on from here. Its not that I dont like band. Just that after awhile I started to get bored with it. However I will always remember the times I spent in band with my friends, my band director, and of course my future fiance.
I remember thinking that being in the band was not very cool but very impressive. I could never play an instrument but then I see these kids playing and marching at the same time and making all these crazy designs on the field and making this great music and I’m thinking, “Not cool but very impressive.” I envied those kids in a different way I envied the lead most popular kids in the class.
Lovely, soulful, the sound fills my heart and mind making me sway like a gentle breeze as the song fills. I sit he air watching the group play their hearts out to a rhythm that is so beautiful I wish there was someone to hold me and dance.
I once wished to be in a band. The guitarist, actually. I thought it would be neat to be able to shred or mellow out in front of all those people. I never really thought about what kind of guitar I’d use, though. I always just liked the noise. The craziness, the going nuts, the ballistic nature of rocking out on a state. The appeal was a buzz I’d never get lose.
My mother used to make my pony tails and pigtails with rubber bands. She would pull my hair back so tight it made my eyes water. It took half the day at school for the rubber band in my hair to loosen enough that my eyes didn’t look as if they were squinting. It was awful pulling them out, too, because they always had hair tangled in the and it hurt like crazy. The inventor of Scrunchies is a genius!
There are too many bands that try to be something new and something original. Why not try to play what you want to play. That’s true greatness to me. Stop thinking so hard of what you want to sound like and just get lost in the sweet melancholy music can offer. It’s too good not to be appreciated.
music. in school. a place to just create a work of art. whether its composed or just off the top of your head. its music. or a group of people doing the same thing, creating music. one person or a bunch, still music.
I’m scared. I have band camp. I’m starting band. I’m going to be doing things that are band-like and I will be so embarrassed. I can’t do anything right. I’ll be that one person who can’t do it and then I’ll drop out because of embarrassment.
the band played on as the great ship Titanic sank to the floor of the ocean
thought to be indestructible and yet everyone’s thinking was wrong
we are just human and make many mistakes
life it precious so be the leader of YOUR band
i will tie a band around the women that i love attached to my neck so that we are one well not really run run before i cantch i will let you get a head start aim for the middle bullsey ey with that dart hearts fluttering and flying one day i will be dying so to unexpected ness i give a wedding band to.
I used to have 30 friends in band when we were in high school. I attended their competitions and supported them like a parent. Now, I’m barely friends with any of them. Maybe a handful. I was always in the background, never appreciated. Nothing to show for it now. Great.
The band is on the field! A premature celebration for one Stanford team. Grainy video- a blur sea of red and white. One figure gold and navy blue, shifts in the crowd… slam! A percussionist looks up dazed, slightly blinded by the glare, his team has just lost.
Forty hundred and Fifty nine
Sixty three and a seven
Numbers numbers lots of numbers
And no one to play them with
In a band and no one to play with
Forty hundred and fifty nine
Sixty three and a seven
Measures
And no one to play them with
No one to play them with
Band is so much more important than people realize! I’m not talking about popular music groups who perform for thousands of people in concerts with adoring fan breaking into dressing rooms and steal celebrity memorabilia. I’m talking about regular old high school band. How many people grow up to be a professional football player? Or baseball player? Not too many. What’s the shelf life on that career if they do make it? What mid-forties? What about music? Music is one of the healthiest emotional expressions that has so many different genres it appeals to ALL. How long can a career last in music? Look at the Rolling Stones! A much better choice.
I loved him first because he was in a band. I knew it the second I saw him I was on the balcony a the Troubador and he was opening. On the guitar in a flanell. It was love at first sight and i followed him to the merch booth.
a band is the great mass of people coming together to create wonderful people. there are many kinds of bands. marching bands, concert bands, jazz bands, rock bands and a lot more kinds of bands. i’ve been in band for a while and there is nothing like band, i’d say. band class is a great way to end the day and it makes a lot of people never want to leave. band is a great way to be able to play all kinds of music. classical or rock or pop or jazz or anything. and eventually you will get to play it all. Band is a great way to meet new people. a lot of people who have the same interests as you. so band is a like a big clique because everybody gets together and is friends and spends a lot of time with each other.
I was in a marching band in highschool.
Lol.
I was the chick who spun the flag.
you can imagine how imaginably hot I was.
i just span and span and span and span. it was so funny.
It was a horrible repuatation setter
I’m marching in front of you in the band, with the bright lights overhead and the steam rising up from the field beneath our feet. I feel your eyes roaming over me, too nervous to rest any one place for too long, lest I turn around and catch you staring, wanting. I feel the drumbeat like your pulse and suddenly in my mind I’m beneath your skin, one with you…
“you the man with the band?” she casually asks him with a coy smile. “well,” he begins to answer, “I’m in the band. isn’t that better than a man whose just with them?”
Band feels like music. So there. Today I was listening to the Cocteau Twins and The Spanglemaker played. I always avoid this song because it reminds me of someone who is dead and I still miss. Maybe I need a band aid. That wasn’t clever. I know it. They’re still playing.
The band plays on and on forever and ever. Band was the room at school where I could be me, I could produce something fantastic. Band was how I described myself. It was a great time and a great chance to learn about community effort.
The band plays with sparks in their eyes. The drummer’s too thin, the singer’s got scars on her mouth, and the guitarist has obnoxious goggles over his eyes.
The crowd screams in awe with their glue sticks.
But they don’t understand.
“Perhaps,” says the singer, “If we spray them with our favorite kandy, they’ll understand the band.”
a band is a family who makes art together. they form together with their talents and they start to love eaher more then anyone else that love makes onal art that people can uderstand and feel.
band is here. rubber band? music band? all bands all shackles of society. break free of bands be urself. break it. if not, u will break. bands are not here to stay. let go. bandy bands rubber bands tough bands fragile bands
A band is one of the hardest things to make. You need not only musical talent, but a special bond. One that will withstand the trials of fights, different opinions, and possibly fame. Fame is what tears most bands apart. If you have both of these things, then a great musical band is formed.
Oh so it could be like around your wrist or like a group of musicians. Cooooooooooool!!! My face if Biffy Clyro, OMG they’re a Scottish rock band! Proper amazing like. If you’re British you’ll know them from like Matt Cardles crappy cover of their song , which he changed the name of, silly little man.
The band marched proudly through the halls of our school, sending the sound of their drums thundering violently around the school. I always ducked down a different path when I heard them coming; it was simply too loud for me to take.
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Band
Elementary school band. I could probably still play all those tunes if I had the right instrument.
Ok maybe not. But I remember them all vividly.
My orchestra teacher was always talking about how parents would come up to him astonished by how good we were. He’d tell them “I give them music that’s appropriate to their skill level. They know how to read music, and they know how to count… So if they play what they see, why is everyone so surprised?”
As an adult, I now better understand both sides of that. After hearing numerous abysmal children’s performances, I’m left wondering what the big deal is. They know how to read music, they know how to count… why *aren’t* they playing the pieces perfectly?
We must band together — you and I. Against the forces of evil, without and within! We will make a good team we march through life through good times and bad — knowing that we always have support and encouragement from each other and unconditional high regard always. Hooray!
I love that band more that anyone could imagine. They’ve changed my life for the better and I’ve never cared what others have thought about it. I love them. They inspire me. They’re awesome. They’re inspirational. They’re the Jonas Brothers.
The lights go down and silence ensues. Figures approaching in black shadows before us. What I wouldn’t give to be a part of it all. All of us in one room, connected by the same sweet, raw, epic sounds.
we think we have talent enough to be in the big leagues. To make music that hasn’t been made before, sing songs that people will like more than the old stuff. But we’re one of thousands of people trying to make it, so the odds are small. And the thought, “what makes us so special?” is an irritating neon sign of a reminder in our heads.
Band is such a great word. It’s so general and vague, leaving a world of connotations to it’s name.There are, of course, the more interesting ones. You know, the bands with the tourtured lead singer, overweight bass player, nerdy keyboarder, and the never failing to be pissed off drummer. You know the type. The ones whose lyrics never make any sort of sense, and yet there’s always “that guy” who breaks them down into something completely irrelevant when, in all actuality, the writer just popped open a thesaurus and looked up words synonmous to “agnst.” Ah, the wonder of pretentious music. But, I would be lying if I said this was the image that came to mind when I first read the word. No, instead I pictured a group of about 20 or so teenagers wearing those ridiculous outfits with feathers on their hats, tubas in their hands, and a world of metal in their mouths. Ah, marching band…truly the epitome of the nerd
I was in band since i first started 5th grade. I am not a soon to be freshman in college and i dont expect to continue on from here. Its not that I dont like band. Just that after awhile I started to get bored with it. However I will always remember the times I spent in band with my friends, my band director, and of course my future fiance.
I remember thinking that being in the band was not very cool but very impressive. I could never play an instrument but then I see these kids playing and marching at the same time and making all these crazy designs on the field and making this great music and I’m thinking, “Not cool but very impressive.” I envied those kids in a different way I envied the lead most popular kids in the class.
Lovely, soulful, the sound fills my heart and mind making me sway like a gentle breeze as the song fills. I sit he air watching the group play their hearts out to a rhythm that is so beautiful I wish there was someone to hold me and dance.
I once wished to be in a band. The guitarist, actually. I thought it would be neat to be able to shred or mellow out in front of all those people. I never really thought about what kind of guitar I’d use, though. I always just liked the noise. The craziness, the going nuts, the ballistic nature of rocking out on a state. The appeal was a buzz I’d never get lose.
My mother used to make my pony tails and pigtails with rubber bands. She would pull my hair back so tight it made my eyes water. It took half the day at school for the rubber band in my hair to loosen enough that my eyes didn’t look as if they were squinting. It was awful pulling them out, too, because they always had hair tangled in the and it hurt like crazy. The inventor of Scrunchies is a genius!
the biggest hyped group with modest talents. For your reference, The Lastevegbizt Waltz
There are too many bands that try to be something new and something original. Why not try to play what you want to play. That’s true greatness to me. Stop thinking so hard of what you want to sound like and just get lost in the sweet melancholy music can offer. It’s too good not to be appreciated.
music. in school. a place to just create a work of art. whether its composed or just off the top of your head. its music. or a group of people doing the same thing, creating music. one person or a bunch, still music.
There was a band around her hair.
Pulled back while she wrote.
The breeze pushed the strands free
from the band that tried to hold so tightly.
I’m scared. I have band camp. I’m starting band. I’m going to be doing things that are band-like and I will be so embarrassed. I can’t do anything right. I’ll be that one person who can’t do it and then I’ll drop out because of embarrassment.
the band played on as the great ship Titanic sank to the floor of the ocean
thought to be indestructible and yet everyone’s thinking was wrong
we are just human and make many mistakes
life it precious so be the leader of YOUR band
i will tie a band around the women that i love attached to my neck so that we are one well not really run run before i cantch i will let you get a head start aim for the middle bullsey ey with that dart hearts fluttering and flying one day i will be dying so to unexpected ness i give a wedding band to.
I used to have 30 friends in band when we were in high school. I attended their competitions and supported them like a parent. Now, I’m barely friends with any of them. Maybe a handful. I was always in the background, never appreciated. Nothing to show for it now. Great.
The band is on the field! A premature celebration for one Stanford team. Grainy video- a blur sea of red and white. One figure gold and navy blue, shifts in the crowd… slam! A percussionist looks up dazed, slightly blinded by the glare, his team has just lost.
Forty hundred and Fifty nine
Sixty three and a seven
Numbers numbers lots of numbers
And no one to play them with
In a band and no one to play with
Forty hundred and fifty nine
Sixty three and a seven
Measures
And no one to play them with
No one to play them with
Band is so much more important than people realize! I’m not talking about popular music groups who perform for thousands of people in concerts with adoring fan breaking into dressing rooms and steal celebrity memorabilia. I’m talking about regular old high school band. How many people grow up to be a professional football player? Or baseball player? Not too many. What’s the shelf life on that career if they do make it? What mid-forties? What about music? Music is one of the healthiest emotional expressions that has so many different genres it appeals to ALL. How long can a career last in music? Look at the Rolling Stones! A much better choice.
“I’m with the band.”
“What?”
“Really.”
He took my hand, and we stepped into the light. I couldn’t see the audience, but I could hear them. A low buzzing noise beyond the white curtain.
I loved him first because he was in a band. I knew it the second I saw him I was on the balcony a the Troubador and he was opening. On the guitar in a flanell. It was love at first sight and i followed him to the merch booth.
a band is the great mass of people coming together to create wonderful people. there are many kinds of bands. marching bands, concert bands, jazz bands, rock bands and a lot more kinds of bands. i’ve been in band for a while and there is nothing like band, i’d say. band class is a great way to end the day and it makes a lot of people never want to leave. band is a great way to be able to play all kinds of music. classical or rock or pop or jazz or anything. and eventually you will get to play it all. Band is a great way to meet new people. a lot of people who have the same interests as you. so band is a like a big clique because everybody gets together and is friends and spends a lot of time with each other.
I was in a marching band in highschool.
Lol.
I was the chick who spun the flag.
you can imagine how imaginably hot I was.
i just span and span and span and span. it was so funny.
It was a horrible repuatation setter
i love music , i simply feel the sounds.Don’t hear anything but feel.
I’m marching in front of you in the band, with the bright lights overhead and the steam rising up from the field beneath our feet. I feel your eyes roaming over me, too nervous to rest any one place for too long, lest I turn around and catch you staring, wanting. I feel the drumbeat like your pulse and suddenly in my mind I’m beneath your skin, one with you…
band together my friends for now is the time when all good things end. if we band together you and me perhaps there’s a chance for serenity
“you the man with the band?” she casually asks him with a coy smile. “well,” he begins to answer, “I’m in the band. isn’t that better than a man whose just with them?”
Band feels like music. So there. Today I was listening to the Cocteau Twins and The Spanglemaker played. I always avoid this song because it reminds me of someone who is dead and I still miss. Maybe I need a band aid. That wasn’t clever. I know it. They’re still playing.
The band plays on and on forever and ever. Band was the room at school where I could be me, I could produce something fantastic. Band was how I described myself. It was a great time and a great chance to learn about community effort.
The band plays with sparks in their eyes. The drummer’s too thin, the singer’s got scars on her mouth, and the guitarist has obnoxious goggles over his eyes.
The crowd screams in awe with their glue sticks.
But they don’t understand.
“Perhaps,” says the singer, “If we spray them with our favorite kandy, they’ll understand the band.”
a band is a family who makes art together. they form together with their talents and they start to love eaher more then anyone else that love makes onal art that people can uderstand and feel.
An arm band. A band of brothers. The word band is used to suggest connectedness. Simples! :)
band is here. rubber band? music band? all bands all shackles of society. break free of bands be urself. break it. if not, u will break. bands are not here to stay. let go. bandy bands rubber bands tough bands fragile bands
A band is one of the hardest things to make. You need not only musical talent, but a special bond. One that will withstand the trials of fights, different opinions, and possibly fame. Fame is what tears most bands apart. If you have both of these things, then a great musical band is formed.
Oh so it could be like around your wrist or like a group of musicians. Cooooooooooool!!! My face if Biffy Clyro, OMG they’re a Scottish rock band! Proper amazing like. If you’re British you’ll know them from like Matt Cardles crappy cover of their song , which he changed the name of, silly little man.
The band marched proudly through the halls of our school, sending the sound of their drums thundering violently around the school. I always ducked down a different path when I heard them coming; it was simply too loud for me to take.