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Encore Concert

Well, here's another event to add to my "last time" series of events this year. Daughter No. 2 performed in her last marching band concert, an encore performance during which the band plays music from their half-time shows. It's a big, raucous show with full-volume percussion and dancing tubas and everyone playing as if they were on the football field.

When I was a kid, I used to cry at parades because the drums in the marching bands would pound inside my heart and scare the life out of me. I loved the horses and clowns and candy, but the bands gave me agita.

It wasn't until I joined the band at age ten and spent an entire marching season playing cymbals in the percussion section that I came to love that heart-pounding sensation. Now, I like the feeling, which is good because when a 150-piece marching band plays indoors, you get plenty of it.

During this concert, band members volunteer to perform band choreography up front--here is Daughter No. 2 going out with a bang. Ignore the sequined girls in the front—the real star is up on stage on the far left.

Comments

dive said…
Wow! That's great, Robyn!
VIDEO!
WOOHOO!
Daughter No.2 looks wonderful (as always) and she dances well, too.
Excellent post!
11:34 AM
Neponset River Bridge Dig said…
Nothing good old fashioned band uniforms. That is an energy filled performance. One that you will remember for a long long time Robyn.
Do you think D#2 will continue with her music in college?

There's always Drum Corps!!!

Thanks for sharing
12:49 PM
Mrs. G. said…
What fun. Did you film this with a video camera? I love all the spirit bouncing around that room.
2:59 PM
Fresh Hell said…
Watching bands is one of my guilty pleasures. It's one thing to synchronize so many people, but then to make them march around in exciting formations and to tricks! It boggles my mind, but I am utterly musically talentless and uncoordinated.

Great kid you've got there!
7:25 PM
Scout said…
She really is a great kid. I filmed this with my old little digital camera that also does video. I just discovered that features, actually. I'm not known for my photography skills.

I don't think Daughter No 2 will have anything to do with marching in college. She's had her fill, although she might find a concert band to play in.
8:34 PM
Gina said…
I love watching bands, they always have such great energy! But my son doesn't like the drums so much either, he always covers his ears.
8:53 PM
Maria said…
I tried not to look at the sequin girls, really...but they were vying so hard for my attention....
5:36 PM
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