After three intense days of drum corps in a row (and for 5 of the last 6 days), I am shattered.
I’m bone-weary. I ache all over. I’m logy and unfocused today; basically I’m a zombie. With a touch of melancholy, truth be known.
Drum corps tends to do that.
I won’t bore you with details; the weekend was challenging on many levels and there were multiple “issues” to overcome. There was lots of driving involved, facilities/space issues, staffing issues, heat and humidity, cold showers, gym floors, tough rehearsals, etc etc.
Our first show didn’t go quite as well as we were hoping– our expectations were really high going in as we are extremely prepared this year. We really wanted to just smash it. But… a couple “first show” issues happened, and we didn’t meet our own expectations.
However, the second show (the one last night) was really good. A redemption performance. We gave the show we wanted and everyone was much more pleased.
Personally I had good shows both nights (not perfect by any means) but good. And yesterday’s brought back memories.
Sometimes, when performing high intensity drum corps shows, you achieve this zen state where you are so completely immersed and focused in every aspect of the performance that you go into a sort of trance. This isn’t to say you are a zombie on the field– quite the opposite. It’s like being so hyper focused that nothing removes you from the moment. It’s difficult to explain, but it’s something that used to happen frequently when I marched in the Cavaliers.
Last night’s performance was like that for me, and it made me feel a bit nostalgic…
And a bit old.
Anyway, here are a couple pictures from our show: