Fall is in the Air

Last updated on 1/19/2023

The first hint of fall is in the air. It ain’t the frost on the pumpkin and it ain’t the leaves turning hometown brown and orange. It’s the banging of drums and the brassy blare of the big trombones.

Yep, BAND CAMP started this week. Marching band season (excuse me, I suppose I mean football season, it all depends on your perspective) is not far away. Starts next Friday at 7PM, to be precise. How’s the team? Who knows, but I do know the band will be great.

Much as I would like to, I’m not able to watch the practices, so I have to rely on daily insider reports. They have a fantastic new band room where all 200 of ’em fit at once. Their director is still pretty mellow this early in the season. He does not even register on the seismometer when somebody accidentally of course BACKS THEIR CAR OVER a brand new tuba which was accidentally of course left lying around in the wrong place. Now there’s a job I would NOT want, riding herd on 3 busloads of high-jinks high-schoolers. By the end of the season, it’s a different story, he’s barkin’ orders like Sergeant Kick-Ass — “PEOPLE, PEOPLE, PEOPLE! KEWW-IIIII-AT, PLEEZ!!!”

On this years’ program: Venus, Zoot Suit Riot, Pretty Fly for a White Guy, On Broadway. LOVE IT!! Don’t even call me on Friday nights, I won’t be home. I’ll be doin’ the Dad thing down on the sidelines with the video camera.