extreme wet makeover

2008.10.10 16.45

The shoot for Extreme Home Makeover was fairly miserable. I knew this going in as the bus was being pelted with rain as soon as we left the UMN campus at 7:30 A.M. Upon our arrival we were scooted into a tent where we enjoyed a decent mini breakfast meal. Fun fact was that every pizza selection included some form of bacon which pretty much ruled me out eating any of it. I'm still on the egg-fish-dairy-chicken modified vegetarian diet that I've been keeping up since early 2006. There was a brief reprieve when the brass section was asked to enter the kitchen and participate in a scene being shot there. The trumpets made a valiant attempt to be featured up front by asking that everyone else go in before them. This attempt was quashed when the Dr. Diem (our marching band director) insisted that the trombones be up front. Nice! Either I'm completely in a full head on shot or I'm not in there at all. The scene setup was that volunteers were going to play the musical instruments that adorned the new living room's shelves. They attempted to play them and sounded terrible. Paul Dimeo turns and asks ''if you guys'' (off-camera) can help out? We then play the last note of the Minnesota Rouser at 130 decibels for several seconds after which he replies, ''Now that's a band.'' Yes, it's corny, but then again so is the entire premise of the show.

extreme home makeover

2008.10.07 19.17

I need to post more! I have been in full band mode for the last 6 weeks. I've attended 4 games thus far (all of which we've won). Today we were in a farming community near Albert Lea, MN filming scenes for a December 2008 episode of ABC's Extreme Home Makeover. It was raining on us for the most part, although the brass section did get to go inside the house and film a quick scene that you'll see near the end of the episode before the family arrives. Lots of takes. Fun. I'm in a hurry to shower and rendezvous with the girlfriend this evening for her weekly round of allergy shots. I'll try to post a more generously detailed update within the next few days. No promises. If you've got me on your Facebook then you'll know that I'm updating a lot more frequently over there, although I only blog here out of faith to my original blog. I should whine about how my Houston, Texas house sustained some minor damage, but compared to what happened to a lot of other people I suppose I got off pretty light.

Okay, more later.

the return to marching band

2008.08.23 0.51

If you know me, you realize that I am not a typical 38 year old guy. I don't choose to go down the beaten path that all others have taken. Why should I? It's more fun if you run to the beat of your own drum. Why should I do what's expected and predictable with my free time? That's boring. There's a bit more to my motiviation for doing something as esoteric as joining a college marching band, so let me take a moment to explain.

I've always treasured my memories of marching band from high school. Director Tim Cunningham made every individual fiercely proud to be a part of the band. He came to my high school during my junior year replacing our previous director who we'd all vilified as the biggest jerk on the face of the earth. Cunningham immediately trusted the veterans with section leader roles --me included. Everything that had been wrong with the previous director was instantly forgotten. Whenever Mr. C. spoke it was charming and witty and always brimming with enthusiam. He LOVED the band. I wanted to love band that much, too. It was that during that renaissance that I really found my passion for music -- and also realized that the band was also my family. My fellow band members became my brothers and sisters and I still wish them all well since we've gone our separate ways.

My high school career was followed by a short two year stint at the University of Houston marching band which was subsequently followed by five years at Houston Baptist University. I gained a LOT of musical skill when attending HBU. Notsomuch at U of H, but meh. HBU's Director Dr. Robert Zwick was tough but fair and concise when he conducted the band. Sadly, I no longer had an outlet for performing upon my graduation from college in 1995.

It wasn't until this past May in 2008 that I seriously considered joining a marching band somewhere. It had to be a college band, obviously. I wasn't going to do something dumb like rocker Tommy Lee did during his 2005 show Tommy Lee Goes To College. That show was contrived drivel. Tommy Lee never even enrolled!

I know the exact moment. It was a wave of enthusiasm emanating from a band. It happened when I attended a University of Minnesota hockey game thanks to an awesome manager that I work with who holds season tickets. The pep band was driving the audience wild and crazy. They really had an amazing enthusiasm that I hadn't seen in a long time. That evening, I did some Googling and YouTubing and confirmed that the University of Minnesota Marching Band shared the same unfettered enthusiasm that I'd seen that day. I was intrigued. I browsed the UMN's web site and learned that I could join the university's College of Continuing Education if I wanted to attend a class. Which class? Why not marching band? I filled out the necessary forms and, sure enough, I was enrolled with very little effort. That was yet to come when I received correspondence from the band office notifying me about the two week "Spat Camp." This boot camp for rookie band members is held on campus -- which meant I was going to have to live in the dorms for at least the first week while grueling 13 hour days comprised of performing and marching drills played out. In fact, that's exactly where I am now, typing this blog entry while sitting in Frontier Hall dorm room 323.

Here's a little taste of what's been going on this week. I arrived on campus Tuesday morning via taxi from my condo in Uptown. I'd shopped for everything that I was told that I needed (thanks to lengthy band letters) in the days prior to band kicking off. I'd even acquired a "beater horn" for parking lot marching rehearsal from a guy off Craig's List. My old trombone is stored in Houston at my secret storage facility when the Batmobile and my gigantic action figure collection lie in waiting. Upon my arrival at Frontier Hall, I discovered I was the first rookie to arrive. I wasn't sure when registration began, but luckily I was only off by an hour. I barely slept the night before as I went over everything I needed to know over and over.

To be continued...

too tired to blog

2008.08.21 9.29

It's day 3 of Spat Camp. I'm sore and tired. The schedule starts up at 8:30 AM and goes through 9:30 PM with minimal breaks, so that's my explanation for not really having enough time to properly blog. I've been taking notes, however, so during my next pause I'll make an attempt at posting them. If you're a friend on my Facebook profile you'll notice that I've been uploading photos throughout the day as something strikes me.

One thing is for certain about this journey. I'm not going to be coasting.

return!

2008.08.19 9.14

I'm in a taxi headed out to the University of Minnesota campus where I will face one of life's unanswered questions. Can I still march? No, seriously. That's the question. Stay tuned and see.

quark on dvd! at long last!

2008.08.04 23.02

I can't believe that QUARK is finally coming to DVD. It only took 30 years. I suppose the recent success of GET SMART at the theaters has given SONY cause to look in their vaults for other Buck Henry classics. The little known series QUARK aired a mere eight episodes in 1978. I watched many of them during the only airings (and managed to tape record some on cassette). I've had a fan site online at QUARK.NAME online since November 2004 when I felt interest for QUARK had started to wane. I previously offered all the episodes for download, but have since taken them down. In their place I have a copy of today's press release and a link to the QUARK: THE COMPLETE SERIES DVD on Amazon. I may put together a commercial or two, perhaps. Nice!