Why does everybody hate the drummers? Am I just a really weird drum-supporting extremist? After all, we couldn't get by without the drummers. We don't even need a director, just drummers. (Kind of defeats the purpose of the blog, doesn't it?)
Ok, yes, they do play way fast when they want to, and way slow when they want to, or sometimes not at all. I would take over the trapset about that time, though, so it's ok.
The fact is, though, people just don't get the idea of PEP band.
They get the band part, but not the PEP part. Hey Jude isn't really a pep band song.
What makes the pep band peppy?
Drummers.
What makes the drummers peppier?
Energy drinks.
One time, Brice, who is not surprisingly a drummer, bought two energy drinks at a football game. Unfortunately, it was after we were done with the performance, or maybe he'd have gotten some of that energy out of him. He opened both of them, held one in each hand, and took a drink out of one and then the other.
"I lived last night," he said. "I lived."
That's what drummers do. They live.
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