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I rarely can remember any dreams I have, but last night I had one whereas I was traveling all over, happening on certain places and events. One of which was, I think, a concert and @SlyPokerDog showed up with his band (Sly, did you ever play in a band?). I know it was Sly, because I've met, and had beers with, Sly.

The whole thing was rather nondescript, but I do remember Sly standing there, bass guitar slung around his neck, with some big ol' cheesy smile on his face. I don't really recall anything after that, but he seemed to be having a great time.

Wait! Perhaps I should have entitled this thread, "Do You Have Nightmares?" Kidding Sly. Juuuuuust kidding. :)
Yes, I've played 8+ in different bands, two orchestras, and one symphony.
 
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Band nerd who lost his virginity in band camp to a homely girl with braces……I think we’ve seen that movie a dozen times……

Catholic grade school, have the tall kid who is good at piano on the string bass!

From classical, to jazz, to rock, everyone needs a bass player.
 
Yes, I've played 8+ in different bands, two orchestras, and one symphony.

Nice! Hey, I've played/marched in the Rose Festival! OK, OK, I know that's no big deal. I did have to switch instruments for it at the last minute, though, as the tuba player got sick. Completely different key/signature from the baritone, though, so I had to fake it a little bit. ;)
 
Nice! Hey, I've played/marched in the Rose Festival! OK, OK, I know that's no big deal. I did have to switch instruments for it at the last minute, though, as the tuba player got sick. Completely different key/signature from the baritone, though, so I had to fake it a little bit. ;)

My parents moved from Portland to Gladstone during Christmas break when I was in the 7th grade. The Catholic grade school I went to had an orchestra, my new middle school band. Marching band and jazz band. To be in the jazz band you had to be in the marching band. Ugh. The band director loved having someone who could play bass for the jazz band but a string bass for a marching band isn't going to work. So.... he wanted me to learn tuba. I said no...way...in...hell. I didn't want to learn fucking tuba. Fat kids play tuba. I didn't even want to be in the marching band. So... how about trumpet? NO! Drums? NO! I didn't want to be in marching band. I figured if I kept saying no to learning new instruments they would eventually give up and let me be in the jazz band but not in the marching band.

Finally, they came up with the solution....

I would be the drum major.

7th grade we did alright in the Junior Rose Festival parade.

8th grade we did great and won best marching band. Which was a really big deal because of how small we were compared to other schools.

I became a pretty damn good drum major.
 
Sly, is this you?

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My parents moved from Portland to Gladstone during Christmas break when I was in the 7th grade. The Catholic grade school I went to had an orchestra, my new middle school band. Marching band and jazz band. To be in the jazz band you had to be in the marching band. Ugh. The band director loved having someone who could play bass for the jazz band but a string bass for a marching band isn't going to work. So.... he wanted me to learn tuba. I said no...way...in...hell. I didn't want to learn fucking tuba. Fat kids play tuba. I didn't even want to be in the marching band. So... how about trumpet? NO! Drums? NO! I didn't want to be in marching band. I figured if I kept saying no to learning new instruments they would eventually give up and let me be in the jazz band but not in the marching band.

Finally, they came up with the solution....

I would be the drum major.

7th grade we did alright in the Junior Rose Festival parade.

8th grade we did great and won best marching band. Which was a really big deal because of how small we were compared to other schools.

I became a pretty damn good drum major.
Perfect training for running a fan message board……
 

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My parents moved from Portland to Gladstone during Christmas break when I was in the 7th grade. The Catholic grade school I went to had an orchestra, my new middle school band. Marching band and jazz band. To be in the jazz band you had to be in the marching band. Ugh. The band director loved having someone who could play bass for the jazz band but a string bass for a marching band isn't going to work. So.... he wanted me to learn tuba. I said no...way...in...hell. I didn't want to learn fucking tuba. Fat kids play tuba. I didn't even want to be in the marching band. So... how about trumpet? NO! Drums? NO! I didn't want to be in marching band. I figured if I kept saying no to learning new instruments they would eventually give up and let me be in the jazz band but not in the marching band.

Finally, they came up with the solution....

I would be the drum major.

7th grade we did alright in the Junior Rose Festival parade.

8th grade we did great and won best marching band. Which was a really big deal because of how small we were compared to other schools.

I became a pretty damn good drum major.
Did you look pretty in your highly decorated drum major suit as you marched proudly lifting each knee in succession. Is this how you got to know all the rally squad girls? If so, how can I sign up?
 
Bullshit. Guys look at those legs, now look at the figure, now look at the make-up and tell me this isn't the spitting image of Sly.
You're eyes aren't up to the task Lanny....what you think you're seeing is actually a coat rack!
 
So i stopped smoking pot as of the first of the year and have been having alot of dreams.
Ive had some wild dreams. For example, a few nights ago i took a dump in a display toilet in some store and the maintenance tech at my job (Dale) came by and told me i was pooping in a display toilet in public and asked how i was gonna wipe!
But last night’s dream takes the cake!

i was hanging with Shaedon Sharpe and we were in some town with a large lake. We were on one end and pulled into some small store that had a gas station across the street. As we got out of our car and entered the store(7/11 type), behind us a van pulled up and a buncha thugs rolled out, some with guns. They started punching and pushing anyone in their way as they entered the store behind us knocking shelves and stands over. It was fairly crowded and as people tried to flee, it turned into mayhem.
Shae and i made it back out the door and into our car, of which another van pulled up with more guns and started firing at us. We put our heads down below the dash and i punched it. I drove right through the store and across the street right through the gas station. Running a few people over and knocking a gas pump over sparking an explosion and fire.
The second van went after us and kept shooting, so i got on the road that went along the shoreline of the lake, with the lake on the left side. After a few miles of high speed swerving to avoid getting shot as the van kept pace popping shots, we plowed right through a police barricade hitting a couple of cops. The cops remained focused on the van and started blasting, taking out the driver. The cops then rushed the van and got the others inside in handcuffs, who were then just kind of wandering around with the cops, Shae and I.
Shae had a smile on his face as if it was fun, but was also shot in the shoulder, i had noticed. I was unhit, but pretty calm as well.
We then were telling the cops the whole story, letting them know i had run people over and the cops just said, no worries, self defense.
I dont know how many people were injured or killed, but i do know Shae and I were next in a helicopter flying over the scene and destruction was everywhere. I think the scene had changed or the first van let off bombs or something because the store and gas station and the whole area was on fire and/or completely destroyed.

i then woke up without remembering landing…
 
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