Retreating is a blast!

Another wonderful marching band camp this past weekend, although it has been renamed - or, as seems to be the current buzzword - "re-branded" -  as a retreat, not camp.  Still think of it as camp, since we slept in former military barracks, and shared bathrooms, and walked over to a big dining hall for our meals.  We got our own rooms, at least, didn't have to sleep in rows of narrow iron beds in a big hall. We also had a sort of boot camp approach to our musical and marching rehearsals, which is just fine, since we need the jumpstart for parade season. Our music is terrific - I like every song - and follows a rock and roll theme.  It's gonna slay 'em when we play "Iron Man" and "Enter Sandman"!  And wait until they see us bust our moves on "Smooth Criminal". Lady Gaga gets a nod, as well as Joan Jett. "Dynamite" lives up to its title.
The weather was great until Sunday morning, when we went outside to record for our music archives; we needed little windshield wipers on our flip folders.  By the last note of the final song during the marching portion, my embouchure finally cried havoc.  Perfect timing.