ok, so lots of tragic things are going on in the world, and my meaningless blog entires are, in no way, an attempt to shallowly overlook them. rather, i write to stay in denial that our world is in such horrible shape, as an admission of my helplessness (in the space of this blog at least).
Ok...here's the deal, i work at a college and we have many band camps here over the summer.
i must admit that these students are pretty great (aside from the little cat fight between girls that i heard in my office area - VERY FAR from where the fight ensued, over Robby and Chris....neither of whom probably remotely care about the girls screaming their names).
however, i must also admit that i never believed that in the year 2006 (i add - closer to the year 2007), that i would see neon-puffy-painted shirts and hear the sounds of Gloria Estefan's "Conga" coming from the marching band formation. I've linked the lyrics for you to look at because i don't think it's high-school-appropriate and becuase i never knew what she was saying. interesting. Also, you may be interested to know that there is still a huge fan-base for Miss.1-2-3-4, Come on baby say you love me, 5-6-7-times.
wow though, neon puffy paint - and i'm NOT NOT NOT kidding you. it kind of made me feel like everything was right in the world. you know, when puffy paint was popular in my day, the berlin wall was coming down and the original war in Iraq was going down; maybe then i was naive and sheltered enough to believe that puffy paint shirts were all that mattered.
2 comments:
I don't think high schoolers in general should be "feeling the fire of desire."
Can I get an amen?
i'll give you the Amen, sister.
however, the band camp atmosphere is one filled with hormonal outrage. and i think of sweat a lot...and she does talk about heat and catching the beat (rythm can be applied to band camp i guess).
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