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I was in band in high school, mainly because I inherited my dad's clarinet - but we didn't play at games or march. For me it was mostly a way to avoid more-boring ordinary home rooms - and you could usually avoid study hall too, spending the time sorting sheet music or doing other "important" things.

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Another "bandie" here...as a matter of fact, met my wife there in college at NC State (we both play clarinet). Marching band, pep band, concert band, etc...

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Ahh, yes... nothing quite like marching through the humid streets of (insert small Oklahoma town name here) every weekend in a suffocatingly heavy wool maroon uniform with a steel triple tom collar harness compressing your vertebrae or a snare brace slowly peeling your thigh like a cucumber. Good times.

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WELL.....I'm glad I asked.

Obviously there's NO corrolation between not playing in the band and eventual PTU interest.

(and having several bandies present makes for a diverse interest group- want to know something about something going on in a NYWF marching band picture? We've got the experts right here. Even expertise in sheet-music sorting- way to go Wayne! My kind of guy. Wayne was probably sorting sheets and dreaming of digital TV about that time. )

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To the World of Tomorrow we come.

See the sun through the gray…

It’s the Dawn of a New Day.”

“Dawn of a New Day”

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A bandie's signature if there ever was one! How did I miss that Worldsfairent? Should have been a sure giveway.

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<!--quoteo--><div class='quotetop'>QUOTE</div><div class='quotemain'><!--quotec-->Ahh, yes... nothing quite like marching through the humid streets of (insert small Oklahoma town name here) every weekend in a suffocatingly heavy wool maroon uniform with a steel triple tom collar harness compressing your vertebrae or a snare brace slowly peeling your thigh like a cucumber. Good times.<!--QuoteEnd--></div><!--QuoteEEnd-->

Hee-hee, are we just a little bit bitter? Good stuff!

We didn't have that type of uniform; we had green blazers, grey pants, gold ascots, white tennies, no hats.

Comfortable in warm weather, but we froze our a**es off in winter, and we only marched in winter. I still have no feeling in my fingers and toes...

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