Introduction — and My Marching Band Withdrawal
After four years with a mellophone player in the American Fork High School Marching Band, our household is marching band-free. For me there are some withdrawal pangs.
In those four years I went to show after show; visited band camp a few times; made a feature-length documentary about the band and a shorter video tribute to a retiring director, John Miller; dabbled at social media; wrote press releases, blog posts, and newspaper features; edited others’ newspaper columns about the marching band experience; and attended one competition after another.
I worked with parents and other boosters, directors, and staff from print and broadcast media outlets. I even sent the trumpet I played through my first year of college to Grand Nationals and the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade, to be played, of course, by someone much younger.
Along the way I met more fine people than I can count — and not just band students. Virtually everyone I met seemed to know what I tried to remember throughout: We weren’t the story. The story was — is — the kids, their music, their show.
I am not a photographer, as you will quickly see, but I snapped some photos along the way. Here are a few from state and regional competitions in St. George, Utah, last fall. I offer them to help us get in the mood for marching band, if we’re not already, and perhaps also to relieve my withdrawal symptoms.
(Yes, thank you, I know I don’t have to have a child in the band to be involved. Many who don’t, are. The current problem is time.)
I apologize in advance than I cannot identify some of the bands; if you can, send me a note. When I know all of them, I’ll add captions. And I know hardly anyone’s name, so I mention none.
But without further ado, here is the first of a four-part tribute I call “Energies.” This one is “Potential,” because things are about to happen. And you guessed, Part II is “Kinetic.”
Part II is Kinetic. Enjoy!