For our last two shows, we added face paint. So during our “transformation” we tear off our uniform jackets (on the fly) and reveal out tattoo compression shirts. Then we play our didgeridoos.
But hidden inside the end of the didgeridoo was some black greasepaint. Which we then scoop out and streak on our faces.
It was all very “Lord of the Flies”.
This is me at the end of the show:
Yeah, I also wore a little guy-liner. Just to make my eyes pop more on the field.
Here’s a pic of my section and our techs:
You can see our compression shirts with their tribal designs (there were 3 different versions).
Oh, and I may or may not have seen a full video of our finals performance yesterday. I was secretly sort of hoping I’d watch it and say “Ewwww, yeah we weren’t as good as we thought.” You know, kind of like when Peter and Lois see a video of their folk singing performance and it’s really just incoherent, drunken shouting?
Yeah… Not so much. We absolutely crushed it Finals night.
Also a mystery is the Brass judge’s critique tape of our performance (which I also got to listen to yesterday). He gushes throughout, complimenting us on clarity and ensemble sound and expressiveness and difficulty and individual demand/responsibility and the music arranging and how it fits the mood of the show. Then he torpedoed our score.
So… Yeah. Aces.
We have our end of the year picnic/barbecue this evening, so we’ll eat and drink and bitch and decompress some.