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For all of the science I do, and did, music was always my first love. And I was a band “geek,” (though we we usually called a much less flattering word,) a competitive band geek at that. I learned hard work, and discipline, and responsibility…and I would be nowhere near the person I am today if I hadn’t been in the band.

All We Have to Decide is What to Do With the Time That is Given Us

Back in the day—don’t fall asleep!! It’s not one of those kinds of stories!!—it used to be cool to say “I’m with the band,” because for the most part, that meant you were a roadie or a groupie, or a friend of the band, hanging around to help out, move things, or provide all sorts of moral and immoral support.

But that’s not the kind of band I want to talk about here. No, this band is the high school band; in the fall, it is the marching band, focus of half-time shows at football games, and the highlight of most parades (unless you happen to like the politicians or the screaming fire trucks, that is). In the spring it is the Concert Band and the Jazz Band. And for the longest time, it really wasn’t “cool” to admit you were with that band (marching, concert, or jazz), and that’s…

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Written by Jen Szymanski

February 6, 2013 at 4:56 pm

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  1. Thanks for reblogging this post of mine. I feel very strongly about band, and obviously a lot of other people do too, based on the comments and reblogging this particular post has received. Thank you! Band “geeks” unite!


    February 6, 2013 at 5:07 pm

    • You did a wonderful job expressing what band “is.” The post felt very real to me. Thank you, it really was an honor to read and, at the some time, relive those years.


      February 7, 2013 at 7:40 am

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