“It was a surprise
when I didn’t open my eyes,
Missing what was
truly a gorgeous sunrise.
It was a beautiful day,
Not a could in the sky.
It was a beautiful day,
A beautiful day to die.
But fear not my friends
For I have the best seat yet
the best seat in the world,
To watch an amazing sunset.”
-For Ed McMahon, Farrah Fawcett, Micheal Jackson, and Billy Mays. What a week it’s been. God Bless.
So sick of the hobos always begging for change
I don’t like how I gotta work and
They just sit around and get paid
I hate all of the people who can’t drive their cars.
Bitch you better get outta the way
Before I start falling apart
I hate how my wife is always up my ass
She always wants to buy brand new things
But I don’t have the cash.
I hate my job, all of my rich friends
I hate everyone to the bitter end.
Nothing turns out right There’s no end in sight
I hate my life!
How come I never get laid nice guys always lose.
How could she have another headache
There’s always some kind of excuse
I still hate my job, my boss is a dick
“I don’t get paid nearly enough
To put up with all of your shit”
I hate my job, all of my rich friends
I hate everyone to the bitter end.
Nothing turns out right There’s no end in sight
I hate my life!
I hate that I can’t tell when a girl’s underage,
You know, I tell her she’s a nice piece of ass,
Then her daddy punches me in the face
So if you’re pissed like me
Bitches, here’s what you gotta do
Put your middle fingers up in the air
Go on and say “Fuck you!”
I hate my job, all of my rich friends
I hate everyone to the bitter end.
Nothing turns out right There’s no end in sight
I hate my life!
So much at stake, can’t catch a break
I hate my life
No, it’s nothing new hear “it sucks to be you”
I fuckin hate my life
-Theory of a Deadman
Dave Wells once told his Marching Band Tech class how he writes drill. Locked away in his study- headphones in, TV on, Music Up, and a notebook in his lap. He proclaimed himself to be a ‘Prime time’ Drill Writer… meaning he could only write drill when he was in the mood.
I’m starting to wonder if it’s not the same with me. I’ve got a notebook filled with random drill design ideas (which I often created during my math classes) but nothing seem to fit Caldwell’s show (for the moment at least) just right. Cool ideas, but ultimately it was like trying to fit a square peg into a round hole. That was until about an hour ago.
It’s 3 am- and I’ve been trying to sleep for about an hour when all of a sudden, something in my head goes… Grab a pen and paper- turn on the lights, turn up the music on the iPod and just draw whatever comes to mind…. And right now I have about a page and a half of random scribble that I think is ultimately translate into the framework and major impact points for the show. And the strangest feeling of it all is- that just by looking at it- and what I feel right now- I know it’s all going to fit. I don’t have exact set counts yet… or even the number of bodies in the band- but the show is going to flow and work.
I’ll be honest, I’ve been worrying for awhile now that I wasn’t going to be able to write a good show… and that everything would be a disaster when trying to put it on the field. But in all honesty- I’d been trying to hard to incorporate ‘this move’ or ‘that move’ that I’d seen a certain drum corp do because it looks cool. But I’d forgot the first thing Dave told us… which is to let the music guide you. And I’ll tell you what- I’ve got some of the CRAZIEST sh*t written down on paper right now which is going to more than make up for ‘this’ or ‘that’ move that I couldn’t make fit.
It’s now a little after 4:15am and Im a little tired… but more so relieved that I’ve gotten passed this ‘writers’ block and actually have a show concept that’s got me somewhat excited… at least compared to what I had written before this late night stroke of genius.
I was starting to wonder if I could really write drill or if I was just fooling myself- but now I know I can.
I’ve wanted to write a real post for a while now, one that actually means something. May 2009 has probably been the worst month I’ve ever had in 22 years of existence. It will without a doubt be a point in my life that I will look back on years from now and say “That’s when it all changed”.
Either that or self fulfilling prophecies in the form of a song… Hm.
Here’s to all the things that have been left unsaid. the things that I’ve waned to say but never found a way to say them… but oh how I want to. I think.
