Off Season For Reals

Yeah, I really love the experience that is the visual staff off season. There's nothing in drum corps that lets you know how far down on the totem pole you are quite like the off season. It's that tinge in the back of your head that comes when someone asks you if you're teaching again, and where, right around the end of September/beginning of October. There's nothing like having no clue what that answer is. My personal favorite is to see all the pretty drum corps posting their staff acquisitions. Then, my brain generating more self conscious thought than a high school girl at the mall with her parents, having just spilled a full drink all over herself, farting beyond audibly, vomiting through her nose, while all the cute boys she likes come walking by one after another to not even notice her.. I don't even like Molly Ringwald 80's movies, and I'm freakin' living one every fall. Oh well, I've decided that I'm too curious to see what beach I wash up on to be a barnacle on someone's board. I think it's pretty tough to avoid burnout in the visual realm when you're not on top. I like it, though. Through all the strikes and gutters, I still like it. Hell, I'm excited about the upcoming summer just to chase that excitement and make something else happen in my career. I'm really curious to see what this blog turns into this year. We'll have to note the posts pre- and post- diaspora.

Orcapiss is teaching English in Indonesia..

more updates later.

skat of the day 2

jarhedz

I placed a jar in Tennessee,
And round it was, upon a hill.
It made the slovenly wilderness
Surround that hill.

The wilderness rose up to it,
And sprawled around, no longer wild.
The jar was round upon the ground
And tall and of a port in air.

It took dominion every where.
The jar was gray and bare.
It did not give of bird or bush,
Like nothing else in Tennessee.

headin down to rehearse at the intersection of nature and culture

12am & cooking onions

It was 12am and Orcapiss was hungry. Therefore Orcapiss cranked up the stove and chopped the onions as Son of Sully hid in his room away from the onion fumes. When all was said and done, Orcapiss had some rockin' fried rice and this fantastic mess....

Freaked out the guard staff.. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA....

Sexting was the joke. I guess I took it too far by sending this picture.

Son of Sully

It's A Fucking Fire Snake that follows you!!

WTF!!

jmurda: Are you fucking shitting me?

?????!: I know!

?????*: It's almost my Bed time, I have to get up early.

jmurda:.........What!!...........U Shitting me?

?????!: Thats fucking Horse shit.

?????*: IDk its just the time my parnets tell me to go to bed. and i do!

jmurda:..................................!

Father of ?????*: Remember you have to take your trumpet tomorrow!

jmurda:..........Yo!!!!!!!!!!!Trying to Jack off here!!!

?????!: **Snap**

Why I love drum corps

pack everything i own in too small suitcase and pillowcase
sit on suitcase to close
roll down the stairs with suitcase, instrument, pillows, backpack, purse
down one flight
through the lobby
to the sidewalk
sprint after subway train, drag suitcase sideways through the street while waving driver down
stand in my own puddle of sweat between summer camp kids and timid asian lady
40 min later...
push through the crowd, bounce suitcase down subway train stairs, run down a handicapped girl
carry suitcase up 4 flights of stairs
wander through streets and cars and people to reach Back Bay station
find the train
hang out with pigeons and ticket scalper
wait one hour in the dark, dingy underground of the commuter rail station
board train
one stop, two stops, three stops, crazy babbling dude with bloody eye sits across from me
bounce suitcase down stairs
walk through the streets, dodging cars to the house
wash coin laundry
cook plain pasta
to come....
get picked up by someone's mom
pack in
drive to Providence
board plane
fly to Philly
get picked up by drum corps van
go to high school for drum corps weekend rehearsal sans towel and mattress
YAY!

Snuggle Bus Status!

Mile High Snuggle Tonite!
Return of Snuggle Bus Tuesday night!
That is all.

Another Drag Plug!

Why RuPaul's Drag Race is the Best Show on TV!!!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=k_bo1UMIiRQ

Do you see what happens?!

I tried to warn people about what happens when vis staffers go home for a while. Can you imagine how restless we're gonna be when the season's over? I've curbed a little of my itchy behavior by adding a couple last minute drill gigs. Holla! I'm just glad to write. If I don't have drill, I write songs. It's not pretty when that happens.

I occupied my time with Wii Fit, Korean food, conference calls, Korean food, Guitar Hero, real guitar (not-so-heroic), uh.. how you say.. masturbation, picking up gigs, facebook, twitter, email, hiking, and a trip to CVS for some tweezers (got to get the ear hair in check).

Side note: I love it when I get my hair cut/styled and the stylist runs their fingers through my hair front to back with that oh so gentle fingernail touch. Mmmmm.. That's almost as good as the shampoo.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LltQkbt1rAs

I forgot why I was blogging..

Son of Sully

Deep Thoughts

Orcapiss is so thought-provoking....

And yes, you're doomed to not make finals for eternity!

Related topic: Scenario, 2 guys (One gay & one straight) and 1 girl. She's making out with the straight but the gay dude is blowing the straight guy all at the same time. If he doesn't cum, is he still straight?

dilemma

if you fall in love with a crossman and s/he bites you during sex, do you have to march/teach there?

A little thing we call the Masturbatorium.

Son of Sully: "Which hallway do you turn down for the showers?"

Kid Dood Guy: "The one across from the Masturbatorium."

Son of Sully: "There's a Masturbatorium?!"

Kid Dood Guy: "Yeah, Kid. We're almost there. It's up here to the right."

Son of Sully: "Sweet."

..approach a closed staff bathroom door..

Kid Dood Guy knocks on the door.. a voice bellows..

Tammy Brown: "TRYIN' TO JACK OFF!!!!!!!"


If you're not hip to the idea of Masturbatorium, then you're missing out. Chances are that you've actually used one and not called it by its proper label. A Masturbatorium is any secluded room of a housing site that is unlocked for no apparent reason other than masturbating. Personally, I think the cosmos can detect high tension build up in the staff and aligns the stars to unlock this very special and most appreciated bonuses of a drum corps tour. I love you, Masturbatorium, for turning tour from a semi-retarded nightmare to a small pondering of what I'm really doing with my life.

Son of Sully

Holla

Why does everyone call me Chief Nutz?

My daiy WTF?

XXXXX DRUM AND BUGLE CORPS. The XXXXX Drum and Bugle Corps will be cleaning yards, cellars, attics, garages, and cutting lawns. The corps will do the work and the people can make a donation to the corps. Money raised will go towards running the corps. Call Manager XXXXX at XXXXX for information.

I got nothing, so.. Kakow!!

Hey, you visual staff curious peoples,
Orcapis has come correct, twice. Much like the title, I have absolutely nothing to compete with the kind of personality coming out of the other posts. So, I'm going to give you a video that I think is hilarious cause I think the show's hilarious. It's all like, Kakow!.. ok, that sucked.



son of sully

o, that they should wear our colors there...

VII
Supple and turbulent, a ring of men
Shall chant in orgy on a summer morn
Their boisterous devotion to the sun,
Not as a god, but as a god might be,
Naked among them, like a savage source.
Their chant shall be a chant of paradise,
Out of their blood, returning to the sky;
And in their chant shall enter, voice by voice,
The windy lake wherein their lord delights,
The trees, like serafin, and echoing hills,
That choir among themselves long afterward.
They shall know well the heavenly fellowship
Of men that perish and of summer morn.
And whence they came and whither they shall go
The dew upon their feet shall manifest.

why wallace stevens would choose to embed a prophecy of drum corps within his "most eloquent description of the moment when the gods dissolve" beats me, but voici.

The On-field Warm-up that the Mandarins will win DCI with

Influenced by JH and Technical Assistance provided by SOS



Complete with customary bow!

No need for Brandt Crocker to say "You may take the field" because they've already taken the gold!!!

Skat of the day!

The insanity of it all...

My daily life of WTF?

Hey XXXXXX,

I have some info about the stay at XXXXXX. While another corps was visiting this season there was a noise issue. That crew’s pit set up at the fence right near an apartment building. They practiced with the Dr. Beat and worked on the same phrase of music for hours on end. The residents were less than impressed and called the district office to complain. Their first reaction was to tell me that while XXXXXX can come , they cannot practice at all. I explained to them how important it was to be able to practice and assured them that we would work with them to make the neighbors happy.

They have a field in the back of the school and some space around there for pit practice as well. While you are there could you just be conscious of the neighbors and how close to their dining room windows you are? Again, this problem only arose due to the poor judgment of a pit tech from another corps. Unfortunately, we are not awash in extra housing sites, so we need to keep these folks as happy as possible while still getting our jobs done.

Let me know if you understand what I mean and can work with the situation as best as you can.

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What passing-bells for these who march as cattle?
Only the monstrous anger of the gok.
Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
Can separate their movement from a walk.

nah, it's not that bad. i would never rudely compare teaching kids to march to sendin doods over the top. they just need to learn that the tigers of wrath are in the end wiser than the horses of instruction. they haven't brought their end to the table yet. amazingly, technique is readable. i hope we're not stepping into a retention vacuum. we need a retention wormhole that allows us to go back in time and reteach/relearn in the present, or a retention warpdrive which allows us to "travel" faster than light through information as a result of a mathematical loophole, ushering in a golden age of standardized technique and inter-corps collegiality overseen by a benevolent research/diplomatic organization etc. i maintain a sense of optimism. we clearly have potential, but thusfar it is still only potential.

workin on xiangqi strategies (central elephant is key).



















heady experimental improvised music on its way to facebook/youtube once logistics.

If you're gonna steal, steal from the best.

Hypothetical: If you're gonna jack visuals from a show, go with So You Think You Can Dance not Blast!. Know what I'm saying? Don't get me wrong. Blast has some cool vocab, but I saw ten years worth of ideas from one episode of SYTYCD, tonight.

Juxtaposition: I just watched Starship Troopers, and I'm really worked up over the sex scene where Diz has the shirt over the top part of her face like the movie Alien. What's wrong with me?

Conclusion: Something's wrong with me.

son of sully

If you can't love yourself, how in the hell are you gonna love somebody else?

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!

That's what gay horses eat!

What's up yall? Ginger Bubbles here! As SOS would say I'm a mix of butch and femme. I can march like a badass but dance like Elaine Benes from 'Seinfeld'. I threaten to touch the boys if they fuck up or talk back. I ain't dealing with no shit, BITCH!! <>

Fun stories from the road:
-Lilly Padds (aka Miss Match) almost getting arrested for smoking a cigarette in South Jerz.
-Snuggle Bus!
-Getting a certain someone to sit on my lap! Thanks Kid Dood Guy! Wingman for life!
-Boardwalk
-Dinner with President of WGI
-RUNWAY!!!!
-Rain warm-up in Bristol but amazing show that night!
-4th BBQ
-You got WONGED!!!
-Beating another team on the field! (Love ya B-Hunt!!)

Can't wait for the madness of 2nd tour!!!

Now for my plug! If you got an eye for detail, a flar for the dramatic, and appreciation for art in unique places then RuPaul's Drag Race is for you! Aside from a queen fest, these girls are beautiful inside and out. Looking for your Charisma, Uniqueness, Nerve, and Talent these girls perform their tits (and headpieces) off!

http://www.logoonline.com/shows/dyn/rupauls_drag_race/episode.jhtml?episodeID=147664

Watch a full episode before you judge. And then you'll be watching all of them!

Peace & Love & Happiness!
-Ging

Time off..

I love having a break from tour. I think everyone should try it. I got in some great Korean food that's going to light my ass on fire. I've had a righteous breakfast everyday. Of course, I got to take care of plenty of personal things.. plenty of times. Holla! Needed the release folks. Trust me. Anyway, I'm ready to get back to it this weekend, but it's just rehearsal. No shows. I'm a junky for more drum corps, but it's really nice to relax. This is the lamest post ever, except the implied masturbation stuff from earlier. Oh well. Make your own drama out of this shit. I should get the other guys on this blog soon. There's so much more to what's going on this summer, and you're all being robbed of it.. kinda like we're robbed from free internet. What can I say? If we suffer, so do the fans... of which there are two.

son of sully

Tappanzee Traffic and Boosh

Tappanzee Traffic and Boosh

On the way down, we made a mix cd of emotions. This is not a metaphor. Someone would call out a complex emotion or thought, and I would pick a song that I thought best represented that. Sounds lame, but we're piled in a car bound to teach drum corps. No where but up.. Boosh.

I was really glad to see everyone getting into the creativity. It was an all star cast of emotions including having an ex's current boyfriend find your number just to text you general disapproval, conflict of loyalties, outing someone on the football team, being lured into therapy by a loved one who pretended you were going for them, eventually enjoying being raped, self inflicted blue balls, and accidental psychedelic experience. Don't judge. We're piled in a car bound to teach drum corps.

We jammed as much as we could in the trunk, and I feel like it closed properly. Kid Dood Guy can vouch for the fact that it isn't coming open. The hinges are definitely under some strain, though. The cab is clutch. Two acoustic guitars, computer bag, two pillows, mexican blanket/poncho, two backpacks, and two boxes of Chips Ahoy! chewy chocolate chip cookies.

Everyone doesn't have a handle for the blog, yet, but we do have some drag names. The driver is Ginger Bubbles, the mello tech is Lilly Padds, and I am Sarah Vaughn Darland. Kid Dood Guy is reluctant to accept the proposed drag names. Maybe you can help us out.

Rogetta Stone (soft 'g')
Sabra Tendrils
Miss Minny Diffituck

If you have a better idea, please submit it.

As far as Boosh, I, obviously, watched way too much Frisky Dingo this week. What can I say? I like my down time before drum corps. There's no way to stay sane if you don't relax before and aft... Well, at least, before.

There are more on the staff than just this crew, although I predict most of the material will come from this nucleus. We shall see. As we develop handles and posts are submitted, you'll be able to identify with your favorites from the visual staff.

OK, I'm off to plan tomorrow's effective use of gok-blocks and sticks. Boosh!

Son of Sully

finally, some internet..

Ok, no internet without public school filters for a long time. So, here's a few posts before the disheartening reality of visual staffers being too poor to afford internet on the road set in.

More to come..

SOS

Tomorrow's the day..

Welcome to the blog for a completely random visual staff for a certain drum corps.

Hello.

We gather, tomorrow, for a small strand of spring training, and head out on a small strand of touring. As we go, others will post on this blog. There are many personalities to tell stories. We're even going to blog when we're not on tour. If all cards are played correctly, we'll blog when drum corps isn't even happening (which is about a month, these days).

Anyway, I am known as the Son of Sully. It's one nickname among many. I think it stuck because I like to use the kids' shampoo/conditioner/toothpaste. It beats paying for it. Don't judge. There's no way these kids are going to use a three gallon container of Fructis.

We'll be talking to you,
Son of Sully