I'm sick of these asshole band veterans complaining about how I dont play and yada yada, screaming out note names while we're marching, thinking that by them screaming out "C, play a C, its a C to an F followed by a forte-piano cresendo" means the slightest god damned thing to me.
As if you ass-hats hadnt heard already, I'm in beginning band. Yep, thats right, incase you idiots havent heard, there is now a beginning band class. It's mixed with the "Concert Band" class. There are only 2 people in beginning band, and I am one of them. I am also the only dude that marches that is in beginning band. I dont know shit about my horn. I'll be straight up. I couldnt tell you any god damned fingering if my life depended on it. Know this you shit heads. I cant play my instrument. I have music, I can march, that doesnt mean shit. Do not bark at me because I'm not playing. Some of these shit heads that have the balls to step to me and tell me to play are the assholes who cant get to there sets when we run one chart 15 or so times. Assholes, I didnt go to basics, I wasnt in the first week and a half of band camp, yet I can still march better than some of the vets, so dont give me shit. I'm trying, thats all I can do. If Mr.Nichols doesnt like the fact I never play anything besides B flats, then he can come into a practice room once and a while and sit down with me to help. Yeah, hes busy aint he? Well dont complain god damnit. I'm sick of this shit. Playing test on Friday about the opener. Screw that, I'm playing until C and then I'm stopping.
Man, ignorant assholes make me mad.
Peace.
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