Tour
Time to leave now!
Standing in between me and The Cavaliers:
1. Write final essay for seminar.
2. Finish all German assignments.
3. Finish packing room.
4. Finish packing for tour.
5. Hold Northwestern Drumline auditions.
6. Go to classes.
7. Work out and practice.
(Source: fyeahthecavaliers)
icecreamchanges asked: oh vassup. CAKE, nice.
yurpppp
i don’t understand
why people get so butthurt when someone doesn’t know what drum corps is. seriously who the fuck cares. it’s an obscure activity derived from another obscure activity. it’s not like you’re telling someone you like baseball. no. you like something that they’ve probably never heard of, and you’re not entitled to be a dick to someone, be it a stranger, a band friend, or a parent, because they’ve never heard of it.
it’s called courtesy. does you has it.
This is true. In the last year, I’ve had to explain what I do with my life to so many people. I’d be lying if more than 10 percent of them understand it.
(via je-men-fou)
Guise
The visual the guys learned at April camp.
Wait for it.
This. This so much.
Cavaliers during a rehearsal.
photo by wbolton.com
You could’ve have captioned this literally any corps, but it’ll get more notes because it’s the green team.
(via alkazarr)
(Source: rudibass, via fyeahthecavaliers)
Vesti la giubba
Recitar! Mentre preso dal delirio,
non so più quel che dico,
e quel che faccio!
Eppur è d’uopo, sforzati!
Bah! Sei tu forse un uom?
Tu se’ Pagliaccio!
Vesti la giubba,
e la faccia infarina.
La gente paga, e rider vuole qua.
E se Arlecchin t’invola Colombina,
ridi, Pagliaccio, e ognun applaudirà!
Tramuta in lazzi lo spasmo ed il pianto
in una smorfia il singhiozzo e ‘l dolor, Ah!
Ridi, Pagliaccio,
sul tuo amore infranto!
Ridi del duol, che t’avvelena il cor!
Act! While in delirium,
I no longer know what I say,
or what I do!
And yet it’s necessary… make an effort!
Bah! Are you not a man?
You are a clown!
Put on your costume,
powder your face.
The people pay to be here, and they want to laugh.
And if Harlequin shall steal your Columbina,
laugh, clown, so the crowd will cheer!
Turn your distress and tears into jest,
your pain and sobbing into a funny face – Ah!
Laugh, clown,
at your broken love!
Laugh at the grief that poisons your heart!
