Two days until the first show!

The excitement is definitely building. This past weekend was a really good camp. Yes, we still have a lot to do and yes some are concerned that we’re not where they think we should be at this point in the season. You’ll always have that every year. From the video that a few of us watched last Sunday night over a gigantic order of cheese bread and ravioli, you can see that there are some great moments in the show. I know that we will be fine and that we will have a product on the field to be proud of for this early time in the season.

As a guard member this is always a fun part of the year. Uniform time!!! While we won’t get them quite yet for this weekend (they should be here very soon though) there are all the numerous makeup/sunglasses/hair discussions. I’m lucky to be marching with someone that works in my office so we just had the “sock bun” lesson in between phone calls. Now ½ of my office have been fully educated on how to make a “sock bun”.

For the next couple of days it’s taking care of the last minute things. Going over the flag work in your head and thinking about the drill. Checking to make sure all the supplies are ready – shoes, gloves, uniform pieces, bobby pins, safety pins, make up, sunglasses etc. etc. Remembering to pack the flags and or instruments in the car to take and getting the directions to the various rehearsal/show sites all mapquested out.

I can’t wait to be standing on the field in front of the hornline while they play the warm up cords and know that its finally show time!

Summer time is here!

and so it begins…

Suddenly, there were drummers, so many that horns and drums found themselves occupying the same space on the field. Guard materialized with elegant, brilliantly colored silks moving with exquisite grace. There was green grass, thick but well trimmed, warm sun and a quiet, expectant air as we all took to the field.

The show clicked.

Somwhere between the last camp and this, that magical moment was reached wherein a drum corps moves from a bunch of geeks running amok with flag/horn/drum, vainly trying to string together movement, music, and dance to a massive mixed ensemble of dancers and artists creating a living, breathing work of art.

“Horns, turn around and meet the drums…”

There was cohesion. Drum majors and staff hustled back and forth across the field in their own interpretation of the drill. Tuners and Dr. Beat’s in hand they listened, adjusted, and listened again. The corps moved on, drums thundering across the field as eyes moved to confident hands conducting a steady tempo.

“Horns and Drums, turn around and meet the guard…”

There was unity. It all made sense, as the empty spaces were suddenly… no longer empty. Vast voids on the field, in the drill, were obliterated by the gentle grace of a sea of silk. Empty moments of waiting through technical features became moments of interlude between members as ranks of guard stood face to face with ranks of horns. A wink here, a shared smile there, the sudden realization that the guard is beautiful… and then with the sharp repeat of sticks against drum heads, there is a swirl of silk and the show returns, that precious breath of stillness lending it’s energy to the performance.

The show became exactly what it is designed to be. Everyone felt it, lived it, performed it. The trained performers heard it, the excited shouts and screams that simply cannot be held back when one views a field show performance in all its glory. You can feel the horns lock in together as the instruments snap down and up, feel the shared vibration of a hundred pairs of feet hitting the ground in unison. The drumlines thundering beat becomes the heart that drives the show on while horns sing loud and soft in glorious ringing tones, rich and sweet. We live and breathe it and it…in turn… becomes a part of us.

As we worked through the final runthrough Saturday night, the red harvest moon rising above the rooftops in the distance…I felt those things, shared one of those moments, felt myself becoming one with my corps. Sunday, as the Battle Hymn of the Republic swelled through our ranks ~_^ while others gave in to the pure joy and happiness they felt, you could feel it even more…

…the Renegades, are ready.

The Incredible Crisis Thank you.


I cannot begin to tell you how great the corps looked and sounded this weekend. The first time the opener was played with the drum line, horns and guard, the staff just looked at one another … stunned. The Renegades are back … and our show [BLEEP] rocks!

Anyway, I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who helped and supported our quest to get a snare line up and running after the “Incredible Snare Line Crisis.” Through a miracle (and barring no more chaos), we now have 7 snare drummers, and are looking for #8. The cool thing is that snare drummers are continuing to come out of the woodwork, and we even just had one from Germany contact us about marching.

Extra special double thanks to Reneguard members Tiffany, Evil Rhonda and Lisa Dryden for single-handedly bringing in two of our new snare drummers, Lisa-Lisa Johnson, Robin Kinoshita and Mike French for pounding on every snare drummer door there was and then some, and Greg Gilman and Chris Nalls for mucho help on all fronts and finding us a new genius drum staff member (Zak Morton). There are about 20 other people who helped out on our greatest emergency Evil PR blitz ever, including a few of our competitors, but THANK YOU to all of you who helped!!!!!!!

The search for new members, however, is not over, and it is time for the Renegades to make a run at the West Coast’s first DCA World Championship. That might seem like an odd thing to say after experiencing the drum line equivalent of Hurricane Katrina, but what I saw from this corps this weekend (from ALL sections), told me that nothing is impossible with this corps. For some mysterious reason, maybe the Renegades will never get anything great done without extreme chaos.

Now, let’s fill the remaining holes, and put the best Renegades drum corps ever on the field.

Just because.



picking up where CJ left off…

…am not quite so sunburned as certain altos who thought their dark skin would protect them against the sun ;p …but sunburned enough to realize that I may need additional applications of sunscreen next camp across the back of my neck and shoulders.

…am very glad I got to play with Princess this weekend! She is a sweet girl!

…am thrilled the show is coming together the way it is. The guard is freakin’ AMAZING, waving those flags about the way that they do. O.O I’m sure there are those in the guard who can’t believe that we’re able to do what we can with our horns wilst marching simultaneously, but boy-howdy do those girls and guys know how to use their equipment. Impressive stuff!

…am beyond thrilled at hearing our ballad put to drill! Wow…that’s going to be one uber-powerful piece of music, oh yes it is!

…am glad that everyone had smiling, happy faces at the end of camp. there was a lot of hugging and laughter afterwards (as well as hustle to get everything packed up and off the island)… the hard work is paying off.

*hustles off to work on sectionshirts* up first… ALTOS! ;p

Seeking Snare Drummer #8

We woke up one day, and suddenly found ourselves with a good 7-man snare line.

If you have great chops, and want to join the most unbelivable drum line story ever as it unfolds…

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Con’t from Forums: "I am…."

I am very proud of this past Camp especially with the Drum Line!!!

I am looking and feeling like a Red Lobster thats been cooked

I am having Forum withdrawls

I am wondering how the show looks like from Macs point of View

I am sooo not in the mood for the early morning commute!!!

I am letting everyone know that Princess says “thank you for playing with me on Saturday and feeding me your Human Food” :)

I am……

Tale of a Drum Line.

Now on Blog 7.

Will this also be the story of Renegades 2006? Stay tuned.