Florida Sun Posted August 20, 2013 Share Posted August 20, 2013 August 24,2013 Brigdeport Ct. 8-61,90---------------Heartliners 7-64.50---------------Centurions 6-69.55---------------Exceliour 5-75.35---------------Windsor Regiment 4-79.90---------------L.I.Sunrisers 3-80.50---------------Bushwackers 2-8190----------------Hurricanes 1-91.90---------------Caballero's 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
grenadasmoothie Posted August 20, 2013 Share Posted August 20, 2013 August 24,2013 Brigdeport Ct. 8-61,90---------------Heartliners 7-64.50---------------Centurions 6-69.55---------------Exceliour 5-75.35---------------Windsor Regiment 4-79.90---------------L.I.Sunrisers 3-80.50---------------Bushwackers 2-8190----------------Hurricanes 1-91.90---------------Caballero's So Sun will pick up 4.75 points from Scranton, yet Cabs only one thin tenth? Guess I'll cancel my Anapolis hotel reservation Just hoping for a nice night, a big crowd, and a great show from everyone 4 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sayre Kulp Posted August 20, 2013 Share Posted August 20, 2013 Caballeros --- 94.30 Hurricanes --- 82.10 Bushwackers --- 80.85 Sunrisers --- 78.95 Windsor Regiment --- 75.60 Heartliner --- 74.00 Excelsior --- 69.00 Centurions --- 65.60 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ajlisko Posted August 21, 2013 Share Posted August 21, 2013 Anyone know if Ace Holleran is MCing the Hurc's show on Sat? :-) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
grenadasmoothie Posted August 24, 2013 Share Posted August 24, 2013 So it's a beautiful sunny cool morning in CT, as I suspect is also true in eastern PA - If you're within a few hours drive of either show, get your morning coffee, finish your Saturday chores, hop in your car and get your backside to a show! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Matt Williams Posted August 24, 2013 Share Posted August 24, 2013 Hope that everyone has a blast in Bridgeport Tonight ! So Wish we were there :-( Maybe Another year ! 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
grenadasmoothie Posted August 24, 2013 Share Posted August 24, 2013 (edited) Hope that everyone has a blast in Bridgeport Tonight ! So Wish we were there :-( Maybe Another year ! We wish you guys were here, too! I'm sure they'll still be talking about last year's perormance tonight, though Edited August 24, 2013 by grenadasmoothie 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
rayfallon Posted August 24, 2013 Share Posted August 24, 2013 This Hurricane's show is always a nostalgic time. You start rehearsing or at least meeting right after finals in September, push rehearsals through the long New England or East Coast winter and sort of sniff the air in late March like a groundhog to see if you can get out on a field. Then you're out and not rehearsing nearly enough music so that the visual program can catch up, and the days are endless, mixed with that incredible aroma of freshly cut grass. There are fields you were counting on that are now off limits because a football coach thinks that a 135 lb trumpet is going to do it more harm than a 300 lb steroid engorged High School junior whose only purpose in life is to take up space on a field to keep his quarterback looking good for the girls that the lineman can only dream about. Then comes the late spring when the corps finally realizes that the first show is no longer 6 months away and that they still need to get two productions on the field. And of course there's the guard staff making up work on the front sideline which makes you crazy when you think about spending hours every night until 2 and 3am getting each brass note and phrase just so, but you know you can't open your mouth about it - "they're artists"... then the season kicks off and you're pretty much where you thought you'd be, trying to catch Hawthorne, or Reading, or Empire or all of the above. Rehearsals turn into day long sweat-fests from which the same 1 - 3 players continuously sit out due to a twisted ankle or "I just don't feel well" but you keep plugging with what you've got. Around mid-July you start to hear most of the show that's been percolating in your head for 10 months, albeit through triple rolls at ff in the snares, quads, bass and (gasp) cymbals. At this point the pit still sounds like wind chimes in a hurricane - more incorrect notes and rhythms than correct. After hours of pushing in the hot sun you get a 45 min break to put your head down to think and what do you hear? Someone with a snare drum square in the middle of the field playing his (it's never a girl - they're too smart) brains out. If you're lucky it's actually a drummer. You notice that as much of the team is relaxing you have one of the 2nd baritones filling one of his colleagues' horns with water - really filling it - then placing it delicately back where it was left to sit. Just as you think you might close your eyes for 10 minutes the corps director approaches accompanied by a familiar face - the guy that used to write, teach, or solo for the corps back in its golden days. You wonder what the #### he's doing in Scranton, or Gloversville, or WestChester PA, or Harrisburg, or Nutley or wherever the #### you are that week. After greetings the director tells you that Bob (or Jim, or Ray - no, not Ray, or Joe) has come all the way there to see how things are going and wouldn't it be great if he got to talk to the corps? Sure! of course it would. You're trying to figure out which rehearsal block will be consumed by this old ######## trying to make himself relevant for 20 minutes. Now resting is out of the question. You head over to a stand of trees where the brass players are beginning to blow long low tones. There is one awful noise as baritone Bob activates a horn completely filled with water and the corresponding guffaws from the rest of his section, followed by imprecations from Bob. Now it will take an extra 5 minutes to get them focused, maybe not the worst thing on a hot day. Worst part? When the time comes for old Living Legend to deliver his pep talk you stand off to the side trying to look interested and slowly realize that he's speaking truth about the activity in a way that you've been too busy to deliver. Truth about teamwork, and caring, and what kind of effort it takes to be a part of something really important, and how the process forges friendships that withstand decades of neglect. Truth about building a champion, and being a champion, and sustaining a champion, and defending a brand. And you realize two things: a) they're listening. Somehow he overcame the bubbling baritone and taco salad lunches, and the general disinterest that is usually stamped on the faces of the drumline when any non-drummer is speaking. and b) you're listening. You recognize the truth, and why this activity has meant so much to you since you were a kid, and why you'd rather be there with this team than anywhere else with anyone else. And more important, why this guy WAS a living legend, and maybe why the corps' golden days coincided with his stewardship. And you're appreciative, and maybe even a little jealous, although you've had your share of success as well. And the summer burns on and the results are like a see-saw: up at shows you didn't think you nailed; down when you thought they had put it all out there. You listen to tapes, you listen to the competition, you listen to your line, you listen to your heart, and finally you listen to your head and figure out how best to position these folks for the last couple of weeks. And it doesn't all come to a boil at championships. It's at the Hurc's show in Bridgeport, or West Haven, or maybe Derby depending on the year. Championships are still a week away but you're now pretty certain about what you got out of this year's show, and in general terms what the next week will be like. From here on in you're like a boxing manager trying to make sure your guy is stepping into the ring completely ready. And the nostalgia slips in... all the moments of certainty, doubt, inspiration, arguments, stubbornness, pride, heat, cold, laughter, some held back tears some years. And you wonder whether you'll be back to do it again. It's a young person's activity, and after you get to enough August 24th shows you are not longer a young person. You've skipped promotions at work... some summers completely gave up work to do this. In some cases you now work for a guy or girl that used to work for you. The pay is not what it could have been if you had focused 100% on the job, and the pay from your corps that year is hovering about 50% of what you agreed on going into the last week. On August 25th the only thing you're sure of is that you've got one week to go, and that you did everything you could think of doing. If you see staff members or players at the Bridgeport show tonight with a sort of unfocused glassy look it could very well be nostalgia... or a wide range of psycho pharmaceuticals. But that's for another rant... 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ajlisko Posted August 25, 2013 Share Posted August 25, 2013 This Hurricane's show is always a nostalgic time. You start rehearsing or at least meeting right after finals in September, push rehearsals through the long New England or East Coast winter and sort of sniff the air in late March like a groundhog to see if you can get out on a field. Then you're out and not rehearsing nearly enough music so that the visual program can catch up, and the days are endless, mixed with that incredible aroma of freshly cut grass. There are fields you were counting on that are now off limits because a football coach thinks that a 135 lb trumpet is going to do it more harm than a 300 lb steroid engorged High School junior whose only purpose in life is to take up space on a field to keep his quarterback looking good for the girls that the lineman can only dream about. Then comes the late spring when the corps finally realizes that the first show is no longer 6 months away and that they still need to get two productions on the field. And of course there's the guard staff making up work on the front sideline which makes you crazy when you think about spending hours every night until 2 and 3am getting each brass note and phrase just so, but you know you can't open your mouth about it - "they're artists"... then the season kicks off and you're pretty much where you thought you'd be, trying to catch Hawthorne, or Reading, or Empire or all of the above. Rehearsals turn into day long sweat-fests from which the same 1 - 3 players continuously sit out due to a twisted ankle or "I just don't feel well" but you keep plugging with what you've got. Around mid-July you start to hear most of the show that's been percolating in your head for 10 months, albeit through triple rolls at ff in the snares, quads, bass and (gasp) cymbals. At this point the pit still sounds like wind chimes in a hurricane - more incorrect notes and rhythms than correct. After hours of pushing in the hot sun you get a 45 min break to put your head down to think and what do you hear? Someone with a snare drum square in the middle of the field playing his (it's never a girl - they're too smart) brains out. If you're lucky it's actually a drummer. You notice that as much of the team is relaxing you have one of the 2nd baritones filling one of his colleagues' horns with water - really filling it - then placing it delicately back where it was left to sit. Just as you think you might close your eyes for 10 minutes the corps director approaches accompanied by a familiar face - the guy that used to write, teach, or solo for the corps back in its golden days. You wonder what the #### he's doing in Scranton, or Gloversville, or WestChester PA, or Harrisburg, or Nutley or wherever the #### you are that week. After greetings the director tells you that Bob (or Jim, or Ray - no, not Ray, or Joe) has come all the way there to see how things are going and wouldn't it be great if he got to talk to the corps? Sure! of course it would. You're trying to figure out which rehearsal block will be consumed by this old ######## trying to make himself relevant for 20 minutes. Now resting is out of the question. You head over to a stand of trees where the brass players are beginning to blow long low tones. There is one awful noise as baritone Bob activates a horn completely filled with water and the corresponding guffaws from the rest of his section, followed by imprecations from Bob. Now it will take an extra 5 minutes to get them focused, maybe not the worst thing on a hot day. Worst part? When the time comes for old Living Legend to deliver his pep talk you stand off to the side trying to look interested and slowly realize that he's speaking truth about the activity in a way that you've been too busy to deliver. Truth about teamwork, and caring, and what kind of effort it takes to be a part of something really important, and how the process forges friendships that withstand decades of neglect. Truth about building a champion, and being a champion, and sustaining a champion, and defending a brand. And you realize two things: a) they're listening. Somehow he overcame the bubbling baritone and taco salad lunches, and the general disinterest that is usually stamped on the faces of the drumline when any non-drummer is speaking. and b) you're listening. You recognize the truth, and why this activity has meant so much to you since you were a kid, and why you'd rather be there with this team than anywhere else with anyone else. And more important, why this guy WAS a living legend, and maybe why the corps' golden days coincided with his stewardship. And you're appreciative, and maybe even a little jealous, although you've had your share of success as well. And the summer burns on and the results are like a see-saw: up at shows you didn't think you nailed; down when you thought they had put it all out there. You listen to tapes, you listen to the competition, you listen to your line, you listen to your heart, and finally you listen to your head and figure out how best to position these folks for the last couple of weeks. And it doesn't all come to a boil at championships. It's at the Hurc's show in Bridgeport, or West Haven, or maybe Derby depending on the year. Championships are still a week away but you're now pretty certain about what you got out of this year's show, and in general terms what the next week will be like. From here on in you're like a boxing manager trying to make sure your guy is stepping into the ring completely ready. And the nostalgia slips in... all the moments of certainty, doubt, inspiration, arguments, stubbornness, pride, heat, cold, laughter, some held back tears some years. And you wonder whether you'll be back to do it again. It's a young person's activity, and after you get to enough August 24th shows you are not longer a young person. You've skipped promotions at work... some summers completely gave up work to do this. In some cases you now work for a guy or girl that used to work for you. The pay is not what it could have been if you had focused 100% on the job, and the pay from your corps that year is hovering about 50% of what you agreed on going into the last week. On August 25th the only thing you're sure of is that you've got one week to go, and that you did everything you could think of doing. If you see staff members or players at the Bridgeport show tonight with a sort of unfocused glassy look it could very well be nostalgia... or a wide range of psycho pharmaceuticals. But that's for another rant... Christ, Ray ... how many planes got stacked up at DFW while you were writing this????? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BushDad1213 Posted August 25, 2013 Share Posted August 25, 2013 And you had to quote the whole thing? You should see those two posts on an android... :) 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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