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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 6:46 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 6:54 pm
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Ratzlaff was teaching the baritones one day, and he's the kind of guy that always talks like he's got a moutful of spit. This gives him a slight lisp. So, he was telling them "the secret to success". Apparently, the secret to playing successfully is big breasts. (It was s'posed to be breaths, I assume.)
Another funny story: We were having a fund raiser, and one of the prizes was a carboard cutout of Steve Irwin, the Croc Hunter. It talked, and was prone to going off at random times. Well, Coffman was getting ready to give a lecture, when suddenly, we hear this guy with an Aussie accent yell, "Dager, danger!" It took five minutes for us to stop laughing.
Also: Wow, I'm just full of funnyness tonight. Ms. Hunt (no one really liked her, by the way) was teaching a class because Ratzlaff was sick. She kept hearing this wrong note from Dani Evants, our only bass clarinet at the time. (No one really liked Dani, either.) She said, "What notw are you playing?" Dani said, "E flat." "The music says C sharp!" "Well my music says E flat." "Bring it up here.... Oh, you're right." The class bursted out laughing. We laughed harder when she said, "That's NOT funny!" SHe sounded like a two-year-old.
And that's my story.
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 7:23 pm
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My Band director, Mr. Combs, had stopped the band the other day because he wanted to hear what my section, the French Horns (Which Rock!), was playing. at that section of the music, we had a rotor flutter on a high E...which really sucks. We played it and the entire band burst out laughing. When we asked Mr. Combs what was up...he said if the rest of the band to stomp their feet...we could pass for a stampede of Elephants.
That ones not as funny as this one though. Last Thursday, Mr. Combs told us a story about his morning. That morning, he couldn't find his coffe cup so he stopped at starbucks on the way to school. He walked to the shelf and picked a red cup off the top. He looked at it for a second and then put it back. He walked back a couple of seconds later and examined the same cup, then put it back on the shelf. He walked back a third time to pick the same cup up. As he turned twords the cash register to buy the cup...he heard something hit the floor. The top shelf slowly started to tilt and all of the cups came crashing down. He looked behind himself, still holding his cup, to see what happened. He looked forward at the cash register and said "They did that on thier own!" The Guy at the register smiled and said "well...you picked the right shelf. Those are all sainless steel and unbreakable." it turned out that what had fallen before the cups was the peg that held that side of the shelf up. LOL!
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 9:11 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 9:43 pm
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My teacher... who just happens to be my favorite of the six, made these < > with his fingers when teaching us about crescendos (and accents, as it happened) and said, "THESE TWO F***in THINGS!!!!" This happened before I was in high school, apparently, but the seniors talk about it all the time. My mentor, Idol, and the Jazz pianist, who is the coolest DORKY dude I've ever met, said something really funny though... When we were playing the song "blues in the fast lane" he looked at his page, (imagine the dorky white kid with freckles and curly red hair) and said in his squeakiest, "It's my SOWLOWah!" just like that... HILARIOUS!!! Also: The band room was closed at lunch for a week because Mr. Miles found a (used) condom in the band room... (bleccchhh). So when he told us the band room was closed, he said, "Well, I guess you guys skrewed up a good thing..." That's mostly just gross.
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 9:56 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2005 7:03 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2005 10:01 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2005 12:18 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2005 1:38 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2005 1:57 pm
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Our band director has said various things. When anyone misses their entrance, he always says, "What do you want, and embossed invitation? Pay attention." One time, he decided a percussionist wasn't playing the chimes right, so he went to the back to show them. Mr. Sherman said, "You should play them like this. Oh yeah!" Later, my friend Andrew said, "Man, Mr. Sherman's wife better do something about that, or he's gonna leave her for the chimes." We laughed a whole lot about Mr. Sherman's "love affair."
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2005 2:12 pm
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My band director, Mr. Bailey, loves being sarcastic. And he loves to make fun of people...he never really means anything he says though.
"Look up the word 'ugly' in the dictionary and you'll find [Insert Drummer's Name Here]'s picture there."
When we usually play a song and it comes out bad, he ALWAYS says, "They don't get it. They're too STUPID."
I remember every night before a football game, he would always say, "Now, remember, if you mess up tonight, I'll still love you. The crowd might not, but I still will."
I can't believe I remember this, because I'm not too good at remembering things, but way back during last summer's Band Camp, when we were learning the halftime show, most of the upperclassmen blamed the Freshmen for getting stuff wrong. Mr. Bailey finally got tired of it and shouted, "Upperclassmen! If you see a Freshmen just standing there, kick them, pull them, shove them, make them move!"
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2005 2:15 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2005 4:03 pm
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