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Full Brass Line at Lassiter Competition


Every competition the Pope Drum Majors give each member of the marching band a slip of paper with quotes on them.  Here are the quotes that were given during the 2003 marching season
 
 
Lassiter Competition:
"It's only nots if it doesn't convey emotion"
"We are the music makers
and the dreamers of dreams" - Willy Wonka

St. Louis Regional:
***Prelims***
"A man can do anything he wants to do in this world, at least if he wants to do it badly enough."
"Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent"


***Finals***
"You become a champion by fighting one more round. When things are tough, you fight one more round."
"For every time someone said you couldn't do it. Or you don't have what it takes... Prove them wrong."
Good, Better, Best.
PHS PRIDE


Lafayette Competition
***Prelims***
Thank you so much for a wonderful senior year! I couldn't have asked for a better group of people. You all have worked so hard these past few months... go out and show all of the people what you've done!
Love always,
Lisa
"You have no control over what the other guy does. You only have control over what you do."
"All you need to be a champion is the opportunity."

You have worked incredibly hard on this show, this is the last chance you have to show it off! Show how amazing the Alan C. Pope HS Marching Band can be -raise the level for nect year. This is IT, I know you can make your best performance of the season! Do it!
"You have no control over what the other guy does. You only have control over what you do." -AJ Kitt - 4-time US Olympian
"Every success is built on the ability to do better than good enough." -Unknown
"Satisfaction lies in the effort not the attainment. Full effort is full victory." -Gandhi
Have a great time! I love ya!
~Lauren

2003 Pope Band,
It has been an honor and privelege to be one of your drum majors this year. You have made me so proud this season and I thank you for making my senior year unforgettable. Have a fabulous performance today and always remember that I love you all and will never forget this band!
"You are the music while the music lasts." - T.S. Elliot
"Music is your own experience, your own thoughts, your wisdom. If you don't live it, it won't come out of your horn. They teach you there's a boundary line to music. But, man, there's no boundary line to art." - Charlie Parker
"It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right. I hope you had the time of your life." - Green Day
Love always, Sarah "Door" G

***Finals***
"Music gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and life to everything." - Plato
"Team work is the ability to work together toward a common vision. The ability to direct individual accomplishment toward organization objectives. It is the fuel that allows common people to attain uncommon results."
P.H.S. Pride
Love, the Majors :)


We don't have egos, we're just better than you!

You can only go as far as you push

Vasoline Jar

Mung

Take It Up!

Use The Force

Storm The Beach!

 


We are the music. I am a part of the music. We sweep effortlessly across our stage with more skill and complexity than any ballet. Simultaneously, we are our own accompaniment. The music itself is an extension of our dace, or perhaps it is the other way around. Music and motion merge into one artwork: our show. I, one small part of the music, look left and right, continually moving, continually playing. I look again to check tempo - fulfilling these responsibilities as a performer becomes my obsession. I move forward, left, back, left, always keeping my upper body facing in the direction of the audience. I am conscious of every foot placement (heel-toe, heel-toe), every count between direction changes (forward, six, seven, eight-and-back, two, three...), and every note played (fingered correctly...dynamic...style...tone...). Have I reached where I am supposed to be on time? Yes. Am I in line with the other performers? Yes. The performance seems to run of its own accord - a perfectly oiled, self-sufficient machine. I struggle to keep my place in this labyrinth; breathing itself becomes secondary to the need to perform. As our show draws near to its end, one invading thought suddenly pierces my intense concentration, "Give it all you've got." Now. This is the last chance you get. Ever." Even this thought, which at any other time would have brought with it a host of other emotions and nostalgia, is quickly crowded out of my mind with the mental effort of performance. This is what we have worked all season to achieve. We are a marching band at the National Competition. I am a senior. It is my last show.
Marching Band, typically crude in nature, is elevated to the level of an art at the National Competition. Bands there live and die by tenths and hundredths of a point; slight errors in timing and style translate into large differences between first and thirteenth. We had practiced literally thousands of long hours with the hope of achieving finalist status, and regardless of where we placed it was a show for which we had worked hard, at last successfully performing it at the level deserving of our art form. This performance is an achievement.
As a member of the band, I am one piece of a giant puzzle that someone set in motion. The band, to define the term, is a group of individuals that come together year after year with a common goal in mind: excellence in musical performance. Though the component members change from year to year, the identity of the group is immutable. The goal of the group is always the same, so we combine efforts to become something greater than any one of us could be on our own. If the same god who had the power to move us had decided arbitrarily to remove a piece, we would suddenly be as incomplete as a shattered stained glass window (and almost as irreparable). I depend on every other piece to move in accordance with me; they depend on me for the same. If one fails, all fail. If we all succeed, the effect is amplified a hundred-fold into the very personification of perfection. Either way, this is the moment for which we trained. As a member of the band, I am a proud of the group as a whole for working together and finally reaching the point where we move together flawlessly as if we were dancers in a great-choreographed pageant to which everyone knew the steps. This performance is a unifying event.
As a senior, I have contributed years of effort before this. This practice field was a second home through the fall; it saw my greatest triumphs and worst failures. Its soft turf absorbed my sweat in the harsh sun and my blood when I stumbled. I am one of the few with the perspective of time to know just how much we have grown since my years as a freshman. I, like the field, was there for triumphs and failures, beginnings and ends, practices and performances, energy and monotony. In what now seems to be ancient years gone by I crawled, then toddled, then strode through other marching seasons, each year progressively better than the last. Now, here at the end, I fly. As a senior, I am proud of the best performance that I have ever attained. This performance is an end.
And yet for some, it is only a start. There are freshmen on the field with me, my peers, my equals, in whom the significance of their year of effort is just now dawning. Someday they will stand in my shoes, looking back. But not yet. This performance is a beginning.
These thoughts all flashed through my head within a single beat of the music, caught in the midst of a single step I was frozen in time long enough for this whirlwind to pass through my head. Now, the spell is broken. I am back into "performance mode" - devoting my whole being to thoughts of the show - and I can only briefly devote half a thought to the nostalgia - just enough to further empower me to play from the heart. I am again drawn fully into the performance. Now playing loud, so that our pealing notes reverberate through our performance hall and within the minds of our audience. Now sinking down to a low whisper, and yet still maintaining that energy so the audience knows that at any time we can again erupt into a torrent of glorious thunder.
The audience is as much a part of the show as we are; for their part they lean forward in their seats and wait with mounting anticipation. We maintain the suspense a moment longer, and then give them what they want. We charge forward across the stage as an inexorable tidal wave of musical force, driving all who would oppose us out of our path. The roar from the audience drives us on, faster, louder, into the spinning crescendo that is the climax of our show. We ease slowly back to earth from the adrenaline rush that was felt in our vortex of sound. Continuing to play the audience's emotions as effortlessly as we play our instruments, we now guide them down into the very pit of despair. Tears glisten on the faces of observer and performer alike as the low mournful strains of the melody pierce our hearts. More and more instruments join the strain, and the song lifts up into an achingly beautiful chorus that resounds for many long seconds after we stop playing. Once again the music shifts and we make the final triumphant push to the end. For the audience the images are coming too quickly in succession now to be fully comprehended. The performers move onstage as one body, merging, expanding, always changing. The music crescendos ever upwards, past where it has gone before, far past where it would seem possible to play. Finally the last note is reached.
All motion of the field stops at exactly the same moment; the last note, played from the depths of our very souls out through our instruments, rings so that there is no break between the ceasing of our sound and the roar of approval that surges forth from the crowd. Now standing in the last pose of the show, I allow a wave of euphoria, long held at bay, to sweep me away with a tidal force. There will be time for introspection, reminiscences, evaluations, and nostalgia later. For now the only raw emotion exists, radiating off of performers across the field, uniting us into one throbbing mass of sheer joy in a job well done. This is what we have worked all season to achieve. We are a marching band at a National Competition. I am a senior. It was my last show.

Brad Range - Pope Tuba '02