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The BYU Marching Band may well be the only thing that keeps me partially-sane out here in Happy Valley
(Provo). It all started on August 26, the first day of band camp. That week was like an army boot camp, but while carrying
a 40-pound hunk of metal the whole time. Ten hours a day for six days, but I survived, and got $500 for it. Not to mention
one lousy credit.


We rehearse in a parking lot. It makes for rather miserable rehearsals in hot weather, since the ashpalt absorbs all
the light, so you can never sit down and rest. On the other hand, it's always fun to see twenty guys lift and move a car out
of our "field" because they didn't read the sign.

One of the traditions in the tuba section is eating Jelly Bellies. This is because Ben (the guy in the picture) and his
brother, Dan, have parents that live right next to the Jelly Belly factory. They each own thirty pounds of them! It's definitely
a great treat during football games!

The guy in the middle is Chris, our section leader. He's really great, and like all tubas, has a unique sense of humor.
He's the one who authorizes visuals in the shows, who leads the pack through our "frolick through the stadium" (before the
football games we run with our tubas as fast as we can through the stadium, doing twists, turns, and hops, generally
ticking off BYU fans trying to reach their seats). The guy to the left is Ben (there are two Bens), and he has some creative
vocabulary, if you know what I mean. Risa is the girl to the right, one of us three "tuba chicks."

The Band is waiting to start drills. Dr. Don is up on the scaffolding. There are 225 members of the band, plus color
guard. We're an awesome band! If you want to hear the fight song, it's on my Album's home page.
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Here's the tuba section getting a little rest on Monday in between charts. There are 18 of us in all, with 3 girls and
15 guys. Our shirts say "Hell Week," meaning Band Camp. Our section leader made them for us. Since this is BYU, some people,
including Dr. Don (Donald Peterson, the band director), didn't really appreciate our little message. Which is why we wore
them again on Wednesday.

Corry, Chris, and Ben continuing the popular tuba tradition while the rest of the band does silly stretches.

Here are some of the guys standing there while the rest of the band does their stretches. Tubas don't do stretches. We're
not allowed to. There are two possible reasons for this. The first is that, as tuba players, it's our responsibility to rebel.
The second is that the stretches are really stupid. With stretches like "The Alphabet Stretch" and "The Heel Can-Can," tubas
refuse to participate in such acts of silliness. So there!
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