I am currently a percussionist at Butler University in Indianapolis, studying Music Performance and Economics. This channel is where I upload and share all of my musical ventures, either by sharing my own performances or music created by others.
Hard working group of kids right here. Everyone likes to throw around the word “talent” these days. I feel as if the thousands of hours of work these kids have put in throughout their entire lives overshadows any “talent” that might already be there. they did not achieve this level of excellence through just being talented. They worked their asses off and created something never done before.
After all these years, 4:54 is the moment I keep coming back for. The expression on the drum major's face when the contras come in is exactly what I feel, and her expression reminds me exactly of my favorite drum major growing up. This was a tremendous show, and that particular entrance was such an enjoyable moment 2014 was a great year, but the right corps clearly won
I never got to see them, because I found out about dci last year, still haven't even seen a show in person yet, but I can feel the talent seeping from my phone right now
The trumpet introduction is two things, it's a bizarrely complicated and difficult piece of music that appeases the technical aficionados, but it's also an example of the absurdity in Fellini's work. It's an extended, almost paranoid pre-show teaser, grotesque and overblown like a carnival barker who's selling admission to a freak show. It's a grand, never-ending entre-act that draws us in, hiding the ugly truth until after we enter-- we suddenly realize that there's nothing behind it. Just like a circus sideshow, you've been duped. After the intro is over, things turn suddenly dark. You realize this is the desperate side show of your life, with suicidal clowns and dancing girls who are an illusion-- they're not interested in dating you, you've been fooled again. They'd rather party and smoke cigars with their feet up on the stage-- the stage they're supposed to be dancing naked on. The entire corps creates a company front facing the wrong way-- this show has gone unexpectedly and decidedly awry. Our life in art is simply unfixable. At the end, the broken film actors assemble on a stage tableau, ready to be captured in a cast photo with their director-- but he never shows up. We realize that we don't really need a director, after all. We have each other-- a harkening back to Fellini's unorthodox, populist view of the world, with all its broken beauty, twisted religion, mismatched pairs and confused destinations. A masterful horn book, and the greatest drum corps show of all time.
