You know you are dating yourself Would I like to have seen that!

When I was in the 9th grade concert band we played the theme song from Hogan's Heros, you know how it has that snare drum intro. I started it out with the snares off. I should have kept playing or got someone to switch them on for me, instead I stopped playing and turned around and turned about 100 different colors. The band director turned to the audience and said something like, "That folks, is what you call a mistake." Duh!

I once had to play a big gig a week after breaking my collarbone in a rugby game. I had this big lump of ice on my shoulder and couldn't really move my arm beyond the hi-hat (because, of course, it was my right shoulder). Needless to say, there was a lot of robotic turning at the waist while I tried to hit various drums and the result was a lot of embarassed sweating, especially during one song that has a big tom build-up that was a little less than 'on time.' But, the crowd still seemed to like it. Or maybe they felt my pain. I sure didn't, hopped up on codine and Tylenol 3s.

This is a marching band moment not a drumset moment.......

I'm walking through the bleachers with my SD on going to the section where the band sits during the football game.  The bottom rim of my drum catches on a seam in the bleacher seats.  I am stopped DEAD in my tracks, and recoil backwards like a cartoon character.  My sticks go flying, I end up on my rear end, my q-tip hat goes tumbling down the rows of the bleachers!!

Not the smoothest move--even for a band geek!!