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The Good Old Days weren't all that good


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Seems many of us only remember the good times when we marched oh so many years ago.

I think there were alot of bad times. Here are a few of my not so good memories.

My Ludwig french horm was junk and fell apart alot.

My uniform stunk from the last guy that used it who sweated alot.

The guy that got my solo always cracked the notes in the show.

The school bus seats were hard as rocks.

I was hungry most of the time since we didn't have chuck wagons.

Several times we practiced in old corn fields.

Since none of us could read music we had to learn it by rote, that was boring.

We slept in the most god awful places and ate cold hot dogs.

We routinely got beat by all-girl drum corps.

The daggone drummers beat on the back of my bus seat.

My shako didn't fit.

We marched so many parades, I still have nightmares of stepping in horsecrap.

Just trying to keep it real! :thumbup:

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1. Must have been an old horn

2. Could have taken it to the launders

3. Maybe you were just as bad? LOL

4. We had the same bus seats...it was still fun.

5. McDonald's and Burger King

6. Practice fields? Who didn't?

all the rest...it was still FUN!!!!

Seems many of us only remember the good times when we marched oh so many years ago.

I think there were alot of bad times. Here are a few of my not so good memories.

My Ludwig french horm was junk and fell apart alot.

My uniform stunk from the last guy that used it who sweated alot.

The guy that got my solo always cracked the notes in the show.

The school bus seats were hard as rocks.

I was hungry most of the time since we didn't have chuck wagons.

Several times we practiced in old corn fields.

Since none of us could read music we had to learn it by rote, that was boring.

We slept in the most god awful places and ate cold hot dogs.

We routinely got beat by all-girl drum corps.

The daggone drummers beat on the back of my bus seat.

My shako didn't fit.

We marched so many parades, I still have nightmares of stepping in horsecrap.

Just trying to keep it real! :thumbup:

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Seems many of us only remember the good times when we marched oh so many years ago.

I think there were alot of bad times. Here are a few of my not so good memories.

My Ludwig french horm was junk and fell apart alot.

My uniform stunk from the last guy that used it who sweated alot.

The guy that got my solo always cracked the notes in the show.

The school bus seats were hard as rocks.

I was hungry most of the time since we didn't have chuck wagons.

Several times we practiced in old corn fields.

Since none of us could read music we had to learn it by rote, that was boring.

We slept in the most god awful places and ate cold hot dogs.

We routinely got beat by all-girl drum corps.

The daggone drummers beat on the back of my bus seat.

My shako didn't fit.

We marched so many parades, I still have nightmares of stepping in horsecrap.

Just trying to keep it real! :tongue:

This is all part of what made them the good old days. While it looks as though I marched later than you and didn't have it quite as bad, I would not have changed much of any of this. It was all part of what made drum corps so great. One thing I hated was tracking. In '88 we would track until I was ready to pummel the instructor who was leading it, but still, that's was part of the greatest thing that drum corps is.

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1. Must have been an old horn

2. Could have taken it to the launders

3. Maybe you were just as bad? LOL

4. We had the same bus seats...it was still fun.

5. McDonald's and Burger King

6. Practice fields? Who didn't?

all the rest...it was still FUN!!!!

Oh I did launder that uniform many times and after three years it still stunk. I can almost smell it now.

Maybe I was just as bad!!! LOL ...I probably was.

Although I'm laughing now... I wasn't then.

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Hey - coming out from California to the east coast via bus meant bus rides that didn't end. 30+ hour rides were not uncommon. Some of those rides were a blast, but when they included a trip through Wyoming, Nebraska, Kansas, Nevada, Arizona, New Mexico, Texas

.....shoot me.

I'm sure there are beautiful places in those states, but from the inside of a drum corps bus, it was a never ending stream of blah.

And since DCI was routinely back east, it was a 3-5 day trip back home of non-stop driving, with a bus 1/2 empty.

.....shoot me.

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No water (you'll cramp up)

Salt Tablets (they'll keep you from cramping up)

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We had to pee out the bus windows!

That's what empty beer cans were for if I remember correctly.

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That's what empty beer cans were for if I remember correctly.

Later on, they figured out the more beer you drank, the more you had to pee. So they graduated to large plastic garbage bags. One guy had his uniform in one and they never noticed and wizzed in it. It did keep the judges away though.

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