“Da Blue Devils Drum n’ Bugle Corps (also known as “the Devils”, “the Devs” or merely “BD”) be a Ghetto Class (formerly Division I) competitizzle junior drum n’ bugle corps. Based up in Concord, California, tha corps be a gangmember of Drum Corps International (DCI) n’ be a gangbangin’ fifteen-time DCI Ghetto Champion.”—Gizoogle, The Blue Devils (via choviohoya)
the fact that there are animals who can see colors that i cant which means that there are colors that exist that it is literally impossible for me to envision is such fucking bullshit that i wanna rip open a couch and eat it
Why do you march drum corps? What keeps you coming back?
That’s a great question, cause drum corps fucking hurts.
Drum corps is like a drug, once you’ve had a taste you have to keep coming back for more. Sure rehearsals can suck, a lot, but nothing can compare to the feeling you get when you put on that uniform and perform for a crowd that HAS PAID MONEY JUST TO SEE YOU DO WHAT YOU LOVE.
On top of that, you create such an incredible bond with the people you march with. They see you at your best and worst of times, and they support you no matter what. You can always go to them with anything because they are more than just “people you march with in that one summer band thing”, they are your family. They are the reason you get up every morning of spring training and you don’t quit. They are the reason you ball your eyes out after the last show of the season. They are the main reason you come back for more year after year.
if you get a group of at least five people between their late teens and early/middish twenties and have one of them quote spongebob squarepants i swear to god they can kill half an hour at minimum just quoting random and often unrelated spongebob snippets back and forth at each other nigh verbatim without any other conversation, this is basically science
This was recorded by the Portsmouth Sinfonia in an experiment where all the members of the orchestra would swap instruments with each other and attempt to play them to the best of their ability.
favorite things about this
literally all the brass starts to get the hang of it and then the crescendos happen and everyone is like FUCK FUCK FUCK??? FUCK. JUST. BLOW RLY HARD.
the strings are lazy but also the same. like u can tell a lot of the ppl w/ the stringed instruments may already basically know how to play stringed instruments. like there’s definitely a section at the beginning where you hear a good portion going “oh yeah this is like. a smaller/bigger version of what i do.”
all you hear of any woodwinds is just “pffffttt??? pFFFTTTT???? PFFFFFTTTT I SAID PFFFFTTTT!!!!!” bc woodwinds are fucking HARD and you hear after like the first crescendo half of them just give up. they give up. they’re done. fuck this it tastes weird and my lips hurt.
that trumpet. that person is fucking TRYING man they fucking GOT this. they may not have figured out notes but they figured out LOUD and they GOT this.
someone’s about to break a timpani head
i feel like whoever’s on them bass notes are just like “yo fuck yall, all i have is one note and i am ROCKING this shit.”
Don't you feel even slightly guilty asking people to just throw money at you to help you 'march', when you're probably not even marching? You are a second aternate. You are not a true Bluecoat. Don't even bother replying with your usual pretentious, sappy, and so called inspiring rant about your passion and love for the marching arts, because simply, it's really stupid that you're doing this and people do not even realize it. You are not a true Bluecoat. This is coming from someone who marches.