ps
When I was in high school band back in the 1970’s, us band members got used to being ridiculed by our classmates for being “bandfags.”
It grieves me to consider that times haven’t changed.
peace and LOVE!
🙂
I am grateful that my genius high school band director always emphasized the music over the occasion. He always expected us to play the Star Spangled Banner (e.g.) with all of our best effort (time after time after time). He wanted us to think of it as a piece of music first, and a piece of patriotism second. And he always wanted us to love what we were playing. He was very strict about this. As long as you tried your best and cared about what you were doing, he was happy. If you loved what you were doing he was even happier. Beautiful man.
Don’t let the marching band uniform fool you…
lots of serious lovers under those threads!
peace!
🙂
..just as light, I hope this boy learns how to fuck better than he learns how to fight. Just sayin’.
To all those future military folk, I Love you, please don’t kill me.
Enjoy the Sun and the Moon,
Jere
(It’s all tongue and cheek, so let’s rail on it, eh, all of us, together..)
..I know there’s more I can be doing, and I’m on it.
Me
oh man.
that’s rough. ….((sigh)).
I wore my little handmade American Legion flower.
a couple of years ago, my mother thought she had gotten through to the local organizers of the memorial day festivities the idea that since memorial day services are, in fact, MEMORIAL SERVICES — i.e., commemorative funerals — traditionally nothing else gets played & there are no more speeches after the lone trumpet plays “taps.” the service ends on a solemn note.
apparently today, after “taps” was played, the local high school band launched into a rousing rendition of “yankee doodle dandy.”
*sigh*
people forget this isn’t supposed to be “4th of july lite.”
ps
When I was in high school band back in the 1970’s, us band members got used to being ridiculed by our classmates for being “bandfags.”
It grieves me to consider that times haven’t changed.
peace and LOVE!
🙂
I am grateful that my genius high school band director always emphasized the music over the occasion. He always expected us to play the Star Spangled Banner (e.g.) with all of our best effort (time after time after time). He wanted us to think of it as a piece of music first, and a piece of patriotism second. And he always wanted us to love what we were playing. He was very strict about this. As long as you tried your best and cared about what you were doing, he was happy. If you loved what you were doing he was even happier. Beautiful man.
Don’t let the marching band uniform fool you…
lots of serious lovers under those threads!
peace!
🙂
..just as light, I hope this boy learns how to fuck better than he learns how to fight. Just sayin’.
To all those future military folk, I Love you, please don’t kill me.
Enjoy the Sun and the Moon,
Jere
(It’s all tongue and cheek, so let’s rail on it, eh, all of us, together..)
..I know there’s more I can be doing, and I’m on it.
Me
oh man.
that’s rough. ….((sigh)).
I wore my little handmade American Legion flower.
a couple of years ago, my mother thought she had gotten through to the local organizers of the memorial day festivities the idea that since memorial day services are, in fact, MEMORIAL SERVICES — i.e., commemorative funerals — traditionally nothing else gets played & there are no more speeches after the lone trumpet plays “taps.” the service ends on a solemn note.
apparently today, after “taps” was played, the local high school band launched into a rousing rendition of “yankee doodle dandy.”
*sigh*
people forget this isn’t supposed to be “4th of july lite.”