Let’s Go! (the video)

Let’s Go! (the video)

Check out Lolitta’s excellent recruitment video!

See you at our next practice,

- Greg

Seriously – We’re Getting Serious

January 2007 Camp

The hornline and drumline got serious about the music.
The colorguard got serious about flags and rifles.
The staff got serious about teaching.
The whole corps got serious about the 50/50 raffle.

… and of course we got serious about having fun!!!

Here are a few of the pics I took the few moments I was not being serious this weekend.

~Mistress Kelli~

To all of us retired marchers…. and to those on the fence…

To us retired marchers……at least WE didn’t wake up feeling like an 80 year old man that got trounced by the Bears’ defense this Monday morning after camp. So there is SOMETHING we can be happy about since we’re not marching this year. LOL.

HOWEVER…to those on the fence… from everything I hear (ESPECIALLY from the guard) 2007 is on FIRE! You need to do what ever you can: divorce your spouse, sell your stuff and move to California, form an exploratory committee…..what ever…. to be in the 2007 Renegades.


Lisa (realizing giving up her newborn for adoption in order to march 2007 might be frowned upon by some….)

Rehearsal This Weekend!!!

In case no one has noticed. . . we have rehearsal this weekend!!! Yay!!!!

I’m really excited about it and I hope everyone else is too! I miss seeing everyone!

So per the calender:

Delmar Highschool
Saturday 10am
Sunday 10am


Another Vote for Growth

David Bruni, Director of the Empire Statesmen – committed to the growth and success of DCA. Damn good drum major, too.

We had quite a time in Newark for a weekend of DCA meetings. The DCA reps will release the details, but it was good to get together with all the corps folks and work to make 2007 the best year ever for all age drum corps.

Today, 01-10-07, at 17:40 hours, Roland Garceua and his lovely wife Laurel brought a son into the world. Weighing in at 7 pounds 14 ounces, this young man is healthy and well. Mom is doing great, and Dad is one proud papa. The name has not been decided, but we will update you as soon as we know.

This may be the only baby that had a nickname 4 months before he was born. Name him what you will, but we already know him as Rimshot Bllbllblbllbllb Garceau.

Congratulations, Rollie and Laurel!

It all started with a dream.

In 1996, a group of seven people decided to form a senior drum and bugle corps in the San Francisco Bay Area. This was either a very brave or a very stupid thing for this little rag-tag group of people to do. They had no musical instruments, no uniforms, no instructors, and they were over one hundred members short of a full drum corps. They also faced one additional hurdle—the nearest competitive circuit for senior corps was 3,000 miles away. Simply put, their odds of success were above zero, but somewhere between astronomically small and tragically insignificant. Apparently, this didn’t bother them one bit.

Needing a name for their new drum corps, the group met in a member’s living room one day to narrow down a long list of suggested names. After much debate, it came down to a highly contested runoff election between “Barbary Coast Corsairs” and “Bay Area Renegades.” When the dust settled, “Renegades” was declared the winner by one vote, and the guy who thought of “Barbary Coast Corsairs” quit and went home. The group picked green and white as their official colors, and the drum corps known as the Bay Area Renegades was thus born.

Over the next few weeks, the little group of Renegades worked hard to start their drum corps, and each member bought, begged, borrowed, or stole a horn or drum to play. They rehearsed wherever they could, and more than one rehearsal was held in somebody’s house. Unfortunately, it remained nearly impossible to recruit new members, and the general consensus among drum corps fans was that the Renegades were wasting their time on a pointless endeavor that would never succeed.
The Renegades’ drum line, which temporarily consisted of every member of the corps carrying a drum—whether they knew how to play one or not—debuted in a small parade in Clayton, California on July 4, 1997. With no money to buy real uniforms, they simply wore jeans and white baseball jerseys with “Renegades” printed in green letters on the front.

In September of that year, the Renegades appeared with horn players for the first time, at the “Fog Fest” street fair in the sleepy coastal town of Pacifica. People scrambled out of the way as the Renegades marched through the festival playing the tune Magnificent Seven. A few amused Pacifica residents thought the little group in the green-and-white jerseys was just a local softball team that just happened to play musical instruments. The imposter softball team didn’t sound very good, but their enthusiasm more than made up for it.

Despite a constantly fluctuating membership and no instructional staff whatsoever, the Renegades kept their dream alive over the coming months as they performed in small Bay Area parades and other random events. When someone was needed to carry the American flag or Renegades’ banner, a member’s wife, husband or kid was unceremoniously drafted into duty.

During the holidays, the Renegades temporarily replaced the baseball jerseys with some old beige cadet-style marching band uniforms and Santa Claus hats. The little corps lined up on a front lawn in snare drummer Al Chan’s South San Francisco neighborhood and played Jingle Bells and other Christmas carols for anyone who cared to listen.

The impromptu holiday performance was ragged, but the corps played their heart out, and they even managed to make a few bucks by passing around a Santa hat.

Like I said, it all started with a dream.

Nothing else.