Today in the blog we have a short interview with newly-Former Band Manager Adam "(AC) Slater" Cohen.
So man, you're not in charge of Band anymore. What's next for you?
Lotta workin, lotta sleepin. Lotta drinkin. Lotta makin fun of Liz, mostly.
How old does being an ex-manager make you feel?
The other day I was talking to my roommate, who's a Ph.D. student, and I cracked a joke about grad students and their bike helmets. He said, "hey, you're a grad student now." It took me about 2 days to recover. True story.
Let's say the entire new Band staph died from eating poison tacos on their staph retreat, and the rest of Band said "Hey Slater ol' buddy, we need you to be manager again." What would you say to that?
I think there are some Stanford administrators who might have something to say about that. I would not be surprised if some of them preferred zombie-taco-poison Liz to me. I would say no, and then someone would convince Mike Priest* to do it. He's the one with the martyr complex anyway.
*Note: Mike Priest, who has been mentioned twice in this blog (and more to come, probably) is a former Band Manager and trumpet player. Mike graduated and has a "real job" now, but that does not stop us from using him as the subject of jokes.
Is it true that former managers get to join a special club in a secret clubhouse that has bearskin rugs, a pinball machine, and a viewing window to laugh at the new manager?
Yes. It's called the Asshole farm, and all I can tell you is that there is a secret entrance to it in the Adventureland section of Disneyland. I got my key last week. Oh, and the viewing window is more of a CCTV camera system, but the principle is the same.
I hear that Band managers often get nightmares during their terms of office. Did any dreadful fantasies plague your slumber?
I swear on my mother I am not making this up. About 3 weeks before Big Game, I had a dream that a certain member of the Athletic Department, whom I will not name on the outside chance that this gets back to that person and makes Liz's life more difficult, showed up to the Shak right before a Monday rehearsal with a bottle of Glenlivet. You see, it turns out that all of the antagonism that this person showed the Band was actually a result of him being insulted that we had never invited him to perform with us! So, he had brought me a peace offering of scotch whiskey -- which we shared, of course -- and wanted to give Snare drum a shot. And then everyone lived happily ever after. Waking up after realizing that my brain had just created this horrible, horrible image was one of the most terrifying moments of my life. I still haven't fully recovered.
Well folks, that just may wrap up our BGW 07 coverage. Fun stuff from that epic week may still trickle in, but for the most part we are going to move onwards and upwards to a variety of coverage of Band's adventures during Winter Quarter.
Love,
The LSJUMB
12.17.2007
Big Game Week 07: A Look Back Part II
Now that Band is for the most part home for winter break, busy forgetting how to play their instruments, it's time for more BGW 07 reminiscing.
Please observe the pictures below:
In these pictures we have the LSJUMB Killa Trumpz doing one really cool thing, but then nullifying it by doing a totally wack thing. The cool thing is that they one-upped us all yet again by building the best Big Game project for a third straight year. Two years ago it was the well-crafted and spectacularly inconvenient "Brickhenge." Last year it was the well-crafted and spectacularly helpful "Mike Priest Memorial Roundabout" (don't worry - Mike's not dead, he's just dead to us) which inspired the university to build a real roundabout. And this year the Trumpz gave us the "Trumpz Hot Dog Stand." It is a thing of beauty and nourishment, and everyone in Band who rocked out during BGW 07 owes the Trumpz a debt of gratitude for all the dogs, burgers, and Polishes.
HOWEVER, as you can see in the picture, the Trumpz chose ninjas as their Big Game sexion costume. That would have been totally fine, but as you can see they seem to have missed the memo which said "make your costume mostly red." Given that the Trumpz are mostly engineering students, it puzzles us how they messed up this simple directive. Maybe they knew they controlled the local hot dog scene, and felt they were above our petty rules. I don't know. In any case, while every other sexion rocked cool red costumes on the field, the Trumpz looked like living photographic negatives of what they were supposed to look like. Good job, guys. We'd be more angry if those bratwursts hadn't been so delicious.
And now a few word about the new staph.
Manager: Liz Schackmann
Remember, Liz: power corrupts, so I guess it's a good thing that as Band Manager you won't have any.
Liz is rather unique in that she was also once a Dollie. So when we throw nickels at her and command her to dance, as we do with all new managers, she might actually do it.
Ass(istant) Man(ager): Nate "Chopz" Foorman
As a former manager once said, "Being Band Management is like making the worst decision of your life, and then making it again a year later." So Chopzie has made one horrific wrong turn on the road of life, and has another one to look forward to in twelve months. Congrats, Chopz!
Drum Major: "Hat"Dave Borowitz
HatDave challenges the old "Monkey with a Stick" stereotype; as he will proudly tell you, he aims to be the "Monkey with a Stick - with a hat!" Also, Dave is good with computers.
Chris Holt Memorial Public Relations: Scott "Sweet Cheeks" Bland
Scott is dear to my heart, as he is my successor in the CHMPR position. What's that, ladies? Does the nickname lie? No, it doesn't lie - those cheeks sure are sweet. How sweet? Sweet like a lemon is sour, sweet like chocolate-dipped honeycomb laced with LSD. Soo sweet. Hi Scott!
Alumni Relations: C.J. Jameson
C.J.'s job is to shake down the Old Fartz who once rocked out but now own wineries or drink 50-year-old single malts out of jeweled decanters. If C.J. got a dollar for every time he's going to hear the phrase "When I Was in Band...," he could play at John Arrillaga's table on poker night.
Treasure: Jill Wurzburg
What? Her again? Jill was treasurer last year, and now she is treasurer again. Why Jill, why? She did a great job handling our funds so we didn't have to hock our instruments, but I think she keeps coming back because she owes some sort of life debt to Liz Schackmann. Jill and I are working on a plan to raise twenty grand so Scott Bland will play "Frankenstein" instead of the Star Spangled Banner solo at a football game next year.
Social: Jacob "Diego" Etc., and Megan Moroney
These guys organize ice cream mixers, barn dances, potato sack races, and all the other wholesome, innocent things Band does for fun. Seriously, it's like having Ned Flanders be our Minister of Fun, except there's two of him.
Graphix: Jeff "Eh Victor" Rowell and Byron Vosburg
Possibly the biggest chumps on the list. These guys are the only staph members whom Band is expressly required to ridicule and antagonize. In a way, being Graphix is kind of kinky, which is why I think these guys like it.
Librarian: Daniel "Babz" Babinksi
Babz went to Russia, and a great cry went up across Stanford. "I miss Babz," the upperclassmen cried. "Who 'dis Babz?" cried the freshmen. "Quiet, younglings," the upperclassmen said, "and we will tell you a story of a man who made tyrants weep with his alto sax, a man who was such a badass he rode the trans-Siberian Express while we fooled around on a football field." When Babz comes back to campus, the feast in his honor is expected to last for ten days and nights.
Propz: Lauran "Razzberry" Palumbi, Blake English, and Alan "Rager" Rager
Being propz is one case in which bravery is indistinguishable from insanity. Chances are good at least one of these three is completely insane. Propz hands out Band jackets. Band loses and "loses" jackets several times per week. Propz gets instruments fixed. Band breaks the instruments again, pretending to be The Who. Propz tidies up the Shak. Band drinks one hundred Capri Suns and can't be bothered to find a trash can. Come to think of it, at this time next year, all three may be insane.
Recruiter: Martha "Ariel" Smith, Roxanne Paul
It's the job of these two to make a pitch for Band to ProFros, new frosh, and idle upperclassmen that makes Google fringe benefits look like a sudden brick to the kneecap. Their bag of tricks contains promises of road trip per diems, free Capri Sun and donuts, and the chance to make some very embarrassing decisions at parties. People who turn down this offer usually go hang out with J. Alfred Prufrock instead.
Webmaster: Ruddick "Vinny" Lawrence
Vinny, like Jill, is a returning staph member. But unlike with Jill, it is clear why Vinny wants to be on staph again: to create strife from the inside. Vinny has and does champion such initiatives as "Vote No on Everything," and "Booby-Trap the Shak Computer." Vinny has also been to Italy, and when he needs help procrastinating, he comes to this blogger's dorm room, where he often leaves behind garbage as a "joke."
Blah. I can't believe I wasted so much time writing about those jerks.
Until next time, Friends. Also, were you aware we beat U$C in football? Just checkin'.
Please observe the pictures below:
In these pictures we have the LSJUMB Killa Trumpz doing one really cool thing, but then nullifying it by doing a totally wack thing. The cool thing is that they one-upped us all yet again by building the best Big Game project for a third straight year. Two years ago it was the well-crafted and spectacularly inconvenient "Brickhenge." Last year it was the well-crafted and spectacularly helpful "Mike Priest Memorial Roundabout" (don't worry - Mike's not dead, he's just dead to us) which inspired the university to build a real roundabout. And this year the Trumpz gave us the "Trumpz Hot Dog Stand." It is a thing of beauty and nourishment, and everyone in Band who rocked out during BGW 07 owes the Trumpz a debt of gratitude for all the dogs, burgers, and Polishes.HOWEVER, as you can see in the picture, the Trumpz chose ninjas as their Big Game sexion costume. That would have been totally fine, but as you can see they seem to have missed the memo which said "make your costume mostly red." Given that the Trumpz are mostly engineering students, it puzzles us how they messed up this simple directive. Maybe they knew they controlled the local hot dog scene, and felt they were above our petty rules. I don't know. In any case, while every other sexion rocked cool red costumes on the field, the Trumpz looked like living photographic negatives of what they were supposed to look like. Good job, guys. We'd be more angry if those bratwursts hadn't been so delicious.
And now a few word about the new staph.
Manager: Liz Schackmann
Remember, Liz: power corrupts, so I guess it's a good thing that as Band Manager you won't have any.
Liz is rather unique in that she was also once a Dollie. So when we throw nickels at her and command her to dance, as we do with all new managers, she might actually do it.
Ass(istant) Man(ager): Nate "Chopz" Foorman
As a former manager once said, "Being Band Management is like making the worst decision of your life, and then making it again a year later." So Chopzie has made one horrific wrong turn on the road of life, and has another one to look forward to in twelve months. Congrats, Chopz!
Drum Major: "Hat"Dave Borowitz
HatDave challenges the old "Monkey with a Stick" stereotype; as he will proudly tell you, he aims to be the "Monkey with a Stick - with a hat!" Also, Dave is good with computers.
Chris Holt Memorial Public Relations: Scott "Sweet Cheeks" Bland
Scott is dear to my heart, as he is my successor in the CHMPR position. What's that, ladies? Does the nickname lie? No, it doesn't lie - those cheeks sure are sweet. How sweet? Sweet like a lemon is sour, sweet like chocolate-dipped honeycomb laced with LSD. Soo sweet. Hi Scott!
Alumni Relations: C.J. Jameson
C.J.'s job is to shake down the Old Fartz who once rocked out but now own wineries or drink 50-year-old single malts out of jeweled decanters. If C.J. got a dollar for every time he's going to hear the phrase "When I Was in Band...," he could play at John Arrillaga's table on poker night.
Treasure: Jill Wurzburg
What? Her again? Jill was treasurer last year, and now she is treasurer again. Why Jill, why? She did a great job handling our funds so we didn't have to hock our instruments, but I think she keeps coming back because she owes some sort of life debt to Liz Schackmann. Jill and I are working on a plan to raise twenty grand so Scott Bland will play "Frankenstein" instead of the Star Spangled Banner solo at a football game next year.
Social: Jacob "Diego" Etc., and Megan Moroney
These guys organize ice cream mixers, barn dances, potato sack races, and all the other wholesome, innocent things Band does for fun. Seriously, it's like having Ned Flanders be our Minister of Fun, except there's two of him.
Graphix: Jeff "Eh Victor" Rowell and Byron Vosburg
Possibly the biggest chumps on the list. These guys are the only staph members whom Band is expressly required to ridicule and antagonize. In a way, being Graphix is kind of kinky, which is why I think these guys like it.
Librarian: Daniel "Babz" Babinksi
Babz went to Russia, and a great cry went up across Stanford. "I miss Babz," the upperclassmen cried. "Who 'dis Babz?" cried the freshmen. "Quiet, younglings," the upperclassmen said, "and we will tell you a story of a man who made tyrants weep with his alto sax, a man who was such a badass he rode the trans-Siberian Express while we fooled around on a football field." When Babz comes back to campus, the feast in his honor is expected to last for ten days and nights.
Propz: Lauran "Razzberry" Palumbi, Blake English, and Alan "Rager" Rager
Being propz is one case in which bravery is indistinguishable from insanity. Chances are good at least one of these three is completely insane. Propz hands out Band jackets. Band loses and "loses" jackets several times per week. Propz gets instruments fixed. Band breaks the instruments again, pretending to be The Who. Propz tidies up the Shak. Band drinks one hundred Capri Suns and can't be bothered to find a trash can. Come to think of it, at this time next year, all three may be insane.
Recruiter: Martha "Ariel" Smith, Roxanne Paul
It's the job of these two to make a pitch for Band to ProFros, new frosh, and idle upperclassmen that makes Google fringe benefits look like a sudden brick to the kneecap. Their bag of tricks contains promises of road trip per diems, free Capri Sun and donuts, and the chance to make some very embarrassing decisions at parties. People who turn down this offer usually go hang out with J. Alfred Prufrock instead.
Webmaster: Ruddick "Vinny" Lawrence
Vinny, like Jill, is a returning staph member. But unlike with Jill, it is clear why Vinny wants to be on staph again: to create strife from the inside. Vinny has and does champion such initiatives as "Vote No on Everything," and "Booby-Trap the Shak Computer." Vinny has also been to Italy, and when he needs help procrastinating, he comes to this blogger's dorm room, where he often leaves behind garbage as a "joke."
Blah. I can't believe I wasted so much time writing about those jerks.
Until next time, Friends. Also, were you aware we beat U$C in football? Just checkin'.
12.14.2007
Big Game Week 07: A Look Back Part I
Hey hey hey!
Hello and welcome to our newest friends, those web log enthusiasts who found their way here when some one decided that our infant blog is "of note." One wonders what exactly constitutes "of note" status. Our organization knows a thing or two about being "of note." Since 1963, we've skipped back and forth across the spectrum of noteworthiness, from "Ha ha, they've done it again!" to "That's the last straw; they've done it again." All we really want in terms of this blog is to be noted as more entertaining and a better source of journalism than The Stanford Daily. I bet we'll be there after a few more (not necessarily sober, even) posts.
So as it turns out, when Big Game Week leads into Dead Week, which in turn leads into Finals Week, things take longer than promised in earlier blog posts. Rather than keep our valued readers in the dark for another day, we've broken up our coverage of BGW 07. This first installment covers some of the Toobz Sexion's handiwork.
To start, we have the Toobz' project, an Embo projected and then chalked over on the layers of our rehearsal hall. Viewers sitting in the correct place in the hall see the image below.
Everyone agrees that this is pretty cool, so we've been bugging the management about turning this into a permanent decoration.
As mentioned in the previous post, we also introduced a new tuba bell design at Big Game. Given that this baby wasn't started until the night before BG, she's not done yet, but after a few more coats, some touch-up and perspective-tweaking work, and the completion of the beer label, she'll be ready to rock and roll at a Ph.D. level. May we present the Beer Block S:
Yep, she'll be a beauty when she's done. Want to know even better news? Three tubas are slated to get fresh, iconic paint jobs next quarter. It will be awesome, and it will be in this blog.
Before we go: Congratulations to Women's Volleyball! On to the Final!
Hello and welcome to our newest friends, those web log enthusiasts who found their way here when some one decided that our infant blog is "of note." One wonders what exactly constitutes "of note" status. Our organization knows a thing or two about being "of note." Since 1963, we've skipped back and forth across the spectrum of noteworthiness, from "Ha ha, they've done it again!" to "That's the last straw; they've done it again." All we really want in terms of this blog is to be noted as more entertaining and a better source of journalism than The Stanford Daily. I bet we'll be there after a few more (not necessarily sober, even) posts.
So as it turns out, when Big Game Week leads into Dead Week, which in turn leads into Finals Week, things take longer than promised in earlier blog posts. Rather than keep our valued readers in the dark for another day, we've broken up our coverage of BGW 07. This first installment covers some of the Toobz Sexion's handiwork.
To start, we have the Toobz' project, an Embo projected and then chalked over on the layers of our rehearsal hall. Viewers sitting in the correct place in the hall see the image below.
Everyone agrees that this is pretty cool, so we've been bugging the management about turning this into a permanent decoration.As mentioned in the previous post, we also introduced a new tuba bell design at Big Game. Given that this baby wasn't started until the night before BG, she's not done yet, but after a few more coats, some touch-up and perspective-tweaking work, and the completion of the beer label, she'll be ready to rock and roll at a Ph.D. level. May we present the Beer Block S:
Yep, she'll be a beauty when she's done. Want to know even better news? Three tubas are slated to get fresh, iconic paint jobs next quarter. It will be awesome, and it will be in this blog.
Before we go: Congratulations to Women's Volleyball! On to the Final!
12.02.2007
Band Survives an Epic Big Game Week
Hello Awesome People!
As it says in the Band Bible (Embo 3:50), "If every week were Big Game Week, we'd all be dead."
I suppose that doesn't preclude Big Game Week itself from killing us, but, good news, WE'RE STILL ALIVE!
Yes, Band survived the epic BGW '07. After about 18 hours of solid Band-ing on Saturday, we are all still too deep in recovery mode to write a proper blog post, but you can expect a jam packed post later this week, after all the hilarious moments, inspirational stories, and stark, embarrassing photos have been collected. Highlights to look forward to: A new Band Staph takes office and kicks the old jerks to the curb, the toobz get a new bell painting, the trumpz build something of remarkable utility, and outgoing Band manager Slater contemplates life "on the outside." Do they give a Pullitzer for bloggery? How about a Nobel? If not, maybe they will soon, because the impending BGW recap will rank right up there with triumphs of human expression like To Kill a Mockingbird and The Big Lebowski.
And now something important: Yes, this was a 4-8 football season. But this was also the season Stanford Football defeated (and ruined the national title hopes of) the Evil Empire of Southern California (U$C) on the road despite astronomical odds, and brought the Axe home after a drought that was getting depressing (my fellow seniors and I are especially grateful for that). Those were two great wins (which Band had the immense, unforgettable pleasure and honor of witnessing) and we couldn't be prouder.
Catch ya later this week!
As it says in the Band Bible (Embo 3:50), "If every week were Big Game Week, we'd all be dead."
I suppose that doesn't preclude Big Game Week itself from killing us, but, good news, WE'RE STILL ALIVE!
Yes, Band survived the epic BGW '07. After about 18 hours of solid Band-ing on Saturday, we are all still too deep in recovery mode to write a proper blog post, but you can expect a jam packed post later this week, after all the hilarious moments, inspirational stories, and stark, embarrassing photos have been collected. Highlights to look forward to: A new Band Staph takes office and kicks the old jerks to the curb, the toobz get a new bell painting, the trumpz build something of remarkable utility, and outgoing Band manager Slater contemplates life "on the outside." Do they give a Pullitzer for bloggery? How about a Nobel? If not, maybe they will soon, because the impending BGW recap will rank right up there with triumphs of human expression like To Kill a Mockingbird and The Big Lebowski.
And now something important: Yes, this was a 4-8 football season. But this was also the season Stanford Football defeated (and ruined the national title hopes of) the Evil Empire of Southern California (U$C) on the road despite astronomical odds, and brought the Axe home after a drought that was getting depressing (my fellow seniors and I are especially grateful for that). Those were two great wins (which Band had the immense, unforgettable pleasure and honor of witnessing) and we couldn't be prouder.
Catch ya later this week!
11.13.2007
Recording Weekend
Hay D00dz!
Now is a pretty good time to be thinking "Hey, I wonder what the Stanford Band did last weekend." It's a good time because this past weekend was HUGE for Band. We recorded a new album!
Band records an album every four years. Last spring we looked to the heavens and saw that on November 9-11, 2007 the planets would align in such a way as to be ideal for putting some tunes on wax. (Figurative wax of course - this is 2007 at an elite research university. We've gone digital, baby.) The alignment of the planets didn't preclude a spot of rain and many, many noisy airplanes flying over Frost Ampitheater, but overall it was a great weekend for getting sick of endless repeats of album songs.
Most readers of this blog, being both residents of a capitalist nation and hopefully also fans of the band, will be wondering how they can get their hands on our new masterpiece. The album is due out in the Spring, and you can be sure that we will make it well known that it is available for sweet, sweet purchase. In addition to an announcement on our webpage and this blog, groups of bandies will be deployed to wander from city to city, literally singing the album's praise. We're also looking into NASCAR sponsorship, but we'd have to axe our donut budget to afford it.
Here are some photos, taken Sunday during a late lunch break.
Other exciting things happened during the recording...photos coming soon.
Now is a pretty good time to be thinking "Hey, I wonder what the Stanford Band did last weekend." It's a good time because this past weekend was HUGE for Band. We recorded a new album!
Band records an album every four years. Last spring we looked to the heavens and saw that on November 9-11, 2007 the planets would align in such a way as to be ideal for putting some tunes on wax. (Figurative wax of course - this is 2007 at an elite research university. We've gone digital, baby.) The alignment of the planets didn't preclude a spot of rain and many, many noisy airplanes flying over Frost Ampitheater, but overall it was a great weekend for getting sick of endless repeats of album songs.
Most readers of this blog, being both residents of a capitalist nation and hopefully also fans of the band, will be wondering how they can get their hands on our new masterpiece. The album is due out in the Spring, and you can be sure that we will make it well known that it is available for sweet, sweet purchase. In addition to an announcement on our webpage and this blog, groups of bandies will be deployed to wander from city to city, literally singing the album's praise. We're also looking into NASCAR sponsorship, but we'd have to axe our donut budget to afford it.
Here are some photos, taken Sunday during a late lunch break.
Other exciting things happened during the recording...photos coming soon.
10.30.2007
Liz Schackmann, Shak Woman
Liz and Slater, amid squalor.Hey folks, what's happening.
At the moment, Band is gearing up for the annual changing of the guard, the induction of a new Band Staph. Band Assistant Manager Liz Schackmann is in the process of selecting a handful of primates to serve under her when she takes over as Manager at the end of the 2007 Big Game. This evening, I stopped by the Shak to crash the "Office Hours" Liz was holding for all parties interested in applying for a staph position. It wasn't the most productive time ever spent at Shak, but it certainly wasn't the least productive (see post on Guitar Hero later this week). Taped to the door of the office is an application for Ass Man by a guy whose Band nickname rhymes with "Nice Rick." I think he is a promising applicant, but Liz thinks he gave the wrong answer to "Do you fold or crumple your toilet paper?" She'll be a tough boss, alright. I'm glad my staph term ends soon. LOOKOUT FROSH! IT'S A TRAP!
10.25.2007
Brooooooooooooooooomball!
Hi Readers!
Last night the Bonz and Toobz took on the Drumz and Dollies in a fierce game of broomball. (If you don't know what broomball is, you just won a date with Wikipedia). We played a hectic two-ball version; organizing any sort of structured game play divided into periods sounds more like something the U$C band would do. In the LSJUMB, we know that reckless abandon is the only acceptable modus operandi on a hard, low-friction surface. The game was not without injury and bloodshed though; several bandies paid dues to the ice.
The teams were the usual rag-tag hodgepodge of players. In addition to an assortment of current students and alumni, each team had its share of ringers from other sections. (Although in this case the "ringers" didn't necessarily bring dazzling skills or even an ability to avoid falling hard on the ice to their teams.) Team Low Brass scored first, but Drumz 'n' Dollies answered with a goal of their own soon after. The horn players eventually won by a wide margin, through superior athleticism and the patience to outlast the drumz' short collective attention span.
So, for the record, BONZ AND TOOBZ BEAT THE DRUMZ AND DOLLIES AT BROOMBALL ON 10/24/07.
It remains to be seen how many bandies will get out of bed for class in the morning; broomball is no joke, and we will all be sore tomorrow.
Special thanks to Belmont Iceland for being nice to us and having a cool facility. http://www.belmonticeland.com/
That's all for now. Check back soon for coverage of a special forthcoming arrival at the Band Shak.
Last night the Bonz and Toobz took on the Drumz and Dollies in a fierce game of broomball. (If you don't know what broomball is, you just won a date with Wikipedia). We played a hectic two-ball version; organizing any sort of structured game play divided into periods sounds more like something the U$C band would do. In the LSJUMB, we know that reckless abandon is the only acceptable modus operandi on a hard, low-friction surface. The game was not without injury and bloodshed though; several bandies paid dues to the ice.
The teams were the usual rag-tag hodgepodge of players. In addition to an assortment of current students and alumni, each team had its share of ringers from other sections. (Although in this case the "ringers" didn't necessarily bring dazzling skills or even an ability to avoid falling hard on the ice to their teams.) Team Low Brass scored first, but Drumz 'n' Dollies answered with a goal of their own soon after. The horn players eventually won by a wide margin, through superior athleticism and the patience to outlast the drumz' short collective attention span.
So, for the record, BONZ AND TOOBZ BEAT THE DRUMZ AND DOLLIES AT BROOMBALL ON 10/24/07.
It remains to be seen how many bandies will get out of bed for class in the morning; broomball is no joke, and we will all be sore tomorrow.
Special thanks to Belmont Iceland for being nice to us and having a cool facility. http://www.belmonticeland.com/
That's all for now. Check back soon for coverage of a special forthcoming arrival at the Band Shak.
10.21.2007
Sports, ahoy!
Hello Internet Enthusiasts!
Just a short Band anecdote today:
On Saturday evening, the band watched Stanford Football beat Arizona on the video board in Maples Pavilion, as we waited to play at an event for Men's Basketball. It was a fun reminder of how lucky we are to be able to play music for the athletes and fans of so many hard-working sports programs here. Good job Football, and we're looking forward to a great season, Basketball!
Also, thanks to the Sixth Man Club for feeding us.
Until next time,
The LSJUMB
Just a short Band anecdote today:
On Saturday evening, the band watched Stanford Football beat Arizona on the video board in Maples Pavilion, as we waited to play at an event for Men's Basketball. It was a fun reminder of how lucky we are to be able to play music for the athletes and fans of so many hard-working sports programs here. Good job Football, and we're looking forward to a great season, Basketball!
Also, thanks to the Sixth Man Club for feeding us.
Until next time,
The LSJUMB
10.19.2007
A Bye Week for Band
Hello friends!
The football team will be off in Arizona this Saturday, so the band is taking some time to relax and work on field shows that won't be total disasters. "Not total disasters?" you must be wondering, "What impish flights-of-fancy be these?" Well, as a special insider's scoop for the three of you in the Midwest who managed to find this brand-new blog, we're going to tell you the shows that the band will perform at the next home football game on November 3, 2007. They are:
Pregame: "China Today!" China has been in the news a lot lately, and with an Olympics on the way, that's not going to change any time soon. We know you keep promising yourself that you'll call your old buddy China, or at least send a Christmas card, but hey, you're busy. Don't worry though; the Band will let you know what's up on the Far-East Side.
Halftime: "Killer Robots" We are proud of our Computer Science department here at Stanford (that program churns out some pretty good sax players!), and every year we send flocks of new grads off to new toil in Silicon Valley. As such, we are all well aware of the enormous threat robots pose to society. Come November 3, you'll cling to your loved ones in suspense as you wonder if the band will manage to destroy its metallic would-be conquerors.*
And now, for those of you who haven't seen it, as well as those of you who recognize it as an instant classic, here is the video of our "Marching Cardinal" show from 9/15/07. This was our first field show since December 2005, and we spent dozens of hours learning to march, and even more time in the hospital for marching-related injuries. Those fancy Stanford doctors had never removed a Dollie from a tuba before!
(Commentary by Patchez, Band Graphix Co-Coordinator)
Thanks for watching! Visit our blog again for more Band adventures and various horrors of the internet.
Love,
The LSJUMB
*Outlook not good; the band is a bunch of sissies.
The football team will be off in Arizona this Saturday, so the band is taking some time to relax and work on field shows that won't be total disasters. "Not total disasters?" you must be wondering, "What impish flights-of-fancy be these?" Well, as a special insider's scoop for the three of you in the Midwest who managed to find this brand-new blog, we're going to tell you the shows that the band will perform at the next home football game on November 3, 2007. They are:
Pregame: "China Today!" China has been in the news a lot lately, and with an Olympics on the way, that's not going to change any time soon. We know you keep promising yourself that you'll call your old buddy China, or at least send a Christmas card, but hey, you're busy. Don't worry though; the Band will let you know what's up on the Far-East Side.
Halftime: "Killer Robots" We are proud of our Computer Science department here at Stanford (that program churns out some pretty good sax players!), and every year we send flocks of new grads off to new toil in Silicon Valley. As such, we are all well aware of the enormous threat robots pose to society. Come November 3, you'll cling to your loved ones in suspense as you wonder if the band will manage to destroy its metallic would-be conquerors.*
And now, for those of you who haven't seen it, as well as those of you who recognize it as an instant classic, here is the video of our "Marching Cardinal" show from 9/15/07. This was our first field show since December 2005, and we spent dozens of hours learning to march, and even more time in the hospital for marching-related injuries. Those fancy Stanford doctors had never removed a Dollie from a tuba before!
(Commentary by Patchez, Band Graphix Co-Coordinator)
Thanks for watching! Visit our blog again for more Band adventures and various horrors of the internet.
Love,
The LSJUMB
*Outlook not good; the band is a bunch of sissies.
9.04.2007
So I guess we're on the internets
Heya. Thanks for checking out our site. I kinda made some of it, and now I'm making us this here blog. Check back often (hopefully) (maybe) (we're really lazy) and if you're lucky, you'll get to find out about upcoming rallies, games, funerals, inaugurations, and puppet shows we're performing at. Maybe you'll even get to hear about what our very own memb'ers think about the pressing issues of our modern American life, such as: "oh god Bush still has over five hundred days in office" or "man, they should really bring back The Angry Beavers."
I know, I know, you just can't wait.
I know, I know, you just can't wait.
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