how are your heels?
Whether you remember the original blog or this is our first acquaintance, welcome to The Marching Band. My name is Haley, I'm a senior '12 percussionist and nearly obsessive marching enthusiast. I was a member of my high school's drumline for three years, and served as head Drum Major this past season. This is the remastered version of my original blog. I hope to one day assist bands/corps from anything from show design to proper roll-step technique, but for now I'm just another marcher worshiping the art. My favorite corps is Santa Clara Vanguard, my favorite conductor is Will Pitts, and my favorite pieces are Eos, An American Elegy, and Ride.
I would be nothing without marching.
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2 years ago with:123 notes (originallybagurk)
Anonymous asked:
Do you have a favorite college band? Mine's West Chester University! I wish I could go there.

   Yes, I do! My two favorites are the USC Trojan Marching Band and Michigan State. And you could always apply! Certain colleges and universities even offer marching scholarships.

Whatever.

Goodnight.

Should I make an introduction post? I’ll make an introduction post.

Lol, I've missed you too! How are you doing my friend?

I’m pretty good! We have UIL in a couple weeks so I’m perfecting the song and a half that I actually play on. But we have a HUGE steel drum program for our percussion ensemble concert this spring so I stay busy, haha. How are you?

hi =]

HI I HAVE MISSED YOU

I feel like I don’t really know anyone on here pardon a few.

   I really appreciate The Line series because that was me; the Percussionist, stuck in an Oboists’ body. The summer before my freshman year, I was told to show up to the Battery camp. The percussion director at the time was only in his second year with the school, however, and wasn’t familiar with me; therefore, he hadn’t prepared a spot or even an audition. 
   When I walked inside, the room became very quiet; I knew a few faces, but as freshmen, we all remember interpreting silence to be hostile, right? I was embarrassed; this wasn’t my territory. Up to that point, my territory had been front row, beside the flutes and in front of the altos. My specialty was hidden in my quick fingers and embouchure, not stroke and rebound. I was given cymbals and drafted onto the cymbal line, expected not to become of much in my first year. But it bit me. There was no poison- it just wouldn’t let go. Wouldn’t leave me.
And it saved me.