Actually, I lied. Here's my open letter to all marching band members everywhere:
1. You're not cool. You only think you are because you compare yourself to your faggy bandmates.
2. You're not attractive. See Item 1 for further explanation.
3. You're not tough. See Item 1 for further explanation.
4. Any male or female member of your band who you think is any combination of the following:
a) Cool
b) Attractive
c) Tough
is, in fact, none of the above except in comparison to the rest of the faggy band.
5. Nobody goes to the games to see you, except your friends and family who almost certainly were, at one point, bandfags.
6. The fact that you wear a uniform in no way likens you to any form of military.
7. Your uniforms look stupid. The degree of stupidity varies, but make no mistake - even if you have the 'best-looking' uniforms of any marching band around, they merely look less stupid than anyone else's.
8. No matter how much you respect your band director, he is (by reasonable standards) batshit crazy.
9. You are not an athlete. Not in any way.
10. Nobody likes listening to your music outside of the specific setting of athletic events.
11. You and your faggy bandmates could very easily be replaced (with the exception, perhaps, of tOSU's band, because people actually seem to like that script Ohio crap) by a compact disc and a PA system.
That's about all I've got for right now.
WOW!!
I don't even know where to begin.
I was never in band but maybe this story will enlighten you a bit.
I had a cousin named Carolyn Trinter who was a member of the Northland HS band. She loved being in the band more than anything. Her older brother is now a member of the Ohio State marching band. She used to listen to band music on her CD player at home in her spare time. One of our uncles and our grandfather was in the OSU marching band and Carolyn and her brother wanted to follow in their footsteps.
Carolyn developed brain cancer at around age 6 and battled the disease until her spohomore year of high school when unfortunately she lost her battle. Through all of the chemo treatments and setbacks, the one thing that kept her motivated was the band and getting back to it with her friends and brother.
Carolyn's last brain surgery left one side of her body paralyzed b/c part of the motor strip in her brain was damaged during the surgery. Even with one half of her body paralyzed, she still marched with the Northland Viking band.
This girl had gone through more in her 15 years than probably most of us can't even imagine on our worst day.
At her last band awards night, the band named a new award in her honor, the Carolyn Trinter most Inspirational Marcher Award. Words can't begin to describe what that meant to her family.
As Carolyn lie dying in her bedroom at home, my brother (Ginn & Juice) and I went to visit her for one last time. As we went upstairs to her bedroom to see her, guess what was playing on her CD player, band music. Her family wanted her to be comfortable in her last days. While Carolyn lie in her bedroom dying, the Northland HS band marched down her street in the middle of summer and played her favorite songs outside her window so she could hear it.
The band also played at her funeral.
So if you say band doesn't matter, it does, and I have the experience to prove it.
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