Memphis Sound, 2008. During our every-day rehearsals, there was a large group of under-privileged kids from alcoholic families that stayed for a couple days at the college we rehearsed at. While walking in deuces to brass block, one of the kids hung halfway out his dorm window and yelled "Hey! I play the trombone too!" There were also hand-written signs all over the campus telling the kids not to "get in the way of the Memphis Sound Band." And while walking to the showers one night, a small African American boy from the group jumped out of a tree, looked at the half-naked half-dozen of us, screamed some words that I didn't understand, then ran off. I love Tennessee.
Same corps, same year. In Warrior, Alabama at Corner High School, we come in from morning brass block to find a full Alabama potluck lunch waiting for us. Band parents rule.