A list of quotes my band director has said
This martini isn’t dirty enough
We need a stronger bottom
Think of the ding dong, I need a lot of ding dong
Have your parents pick you up at 9:010
Yeah I’m not liking the uterus either
I want you guys to learn beef
Judd: The band is only as good as the weakest link.
Anthony: Fuck we’re gonna lose
Don’t try not to lose time
How can I breathe without no air
I changed my mind, I’m not changing my mind
We got six on the bottom and five on top.
Play an A# instead of an B-flat
Try not to sound like a duck
You fracked your climactic one note of glory
Ziggy, stop hugging Malakai
You can’t frack and never return
If you’re not making Juddy proud, you’re wrong
Stop being an ice cream truck
The leaning tower of Luke Choi
You can all take a breath together after your ding dong
Try not to have a bulge in the front
You need to have a strong d
You’re teasing me melodically
It’s getting a little tight in Darren land
The ding dong is being lost
Ziggy and Daniel are joining the ding dong
Your higher note on the ding dong has even more stress
The ding dong was well projected
I don’t hear enough of the dong
Now we know where we are at. THANK GOD
It needs to be the creepiest 3 blind mice you’ve ever heard
Just grab me, it is destiny
Add weight, like my stomach
Jesus that sounds like cattle
We are not playing Frogger with our instruments
Yo, what’s with that gangster hat
We’re Swiss cheese in the clarinet block
There’s just too much body language, and I don’t appreciate it
If that amp was your mother, she would be proud
It sounds so much better when we don’t breathe
Even though I changed the music, I really haven’t changed the music
You need to have confidence on those bitches
Breathe through 8 counts without taking a breath
You need to have laser eyes on Lexi
We have to be more smart at rehearsal
Dylan, sound like Mickey Mouse
Will’s on fire, somebody put him out
Is there a way to pause without pausing it
I’m literally turning into a parrot
I want Kaitlin on top and everyone else under her
You need to listen for Lexi’s cut-off
French horns, don’t put your hand in the bell
I’m hearing wrong fingers
Play it as written, nice and long
Please stop touching each other
You’re the Toungey McToungerson I’ve been hearing the whole time
You’re not matching the windses dynamics
There’s 2 counts of horse
The best way to spread Christmas cheer is, oh look at that, lunch detention! Congratulations Nikko, Donovan, and Nathan!
A bunch of you guys need to be the icing on the cake
*plays invisible banjo passionately*
Imagine you’re in an algebra class, taking a test on trigonometry
Sing your finger one two ready go
You can play those notes more fuller
You sound like an elementary band learning how to play mallets for the first time
I changed my mind, I haven’t changed my mind
You’re talking into the horn
I know you wanna shake it
Hey guys can we get rid of that chair? No chair left behind
Pull out more, more than the D would normally take
We learned how to use our tongues today. You do 16th notes until you are happy
The good ol’ sleight of glove
SUCK IN YOUR DIAPHRAGM MARGARET
MARGARET THIS IS FOR YOU
Take Nikko’s stick and hit it right on the downbeat
I have a guide to fingering and tonguing
That’s enough men for 2 months
Mrs. Mocha and myself might get a little excited
We can’t waste any time (plays G minor as a round twice)
You are a ninja
No girly birds!!!!!!!!
Shake this as you’re doing the wawa
I have other beaters in my office
There’s a lot of ding dongs, I feel like hostess
Speak now or forever hold your run through
I’m honking my horn, get out of my way
The hunchback of Notre Justin
Don’t think of a snare, think of an instrument
Oh hello! What’s for dinner? COMPOUND TIME
I feel like I should rent a babysitter and put you in a play pen
We’re not in a smoking club here saying *cough cough cough* I’ve been doing this for 20 years, like there are like 5 band kids that need cough drops
Right now, you’re playing like a drunken sailor ballerina
*sings* be dahh boo dahhh DINNER TIME
It’s hard for Ryan because he has the runs
It sounds emotional, but it’s the wrong emotion
Margaret you sound like the recorder version of Titanic on YouTube
You want candy, I want notes
FLINGER FLINGER FLINGER. I say FLINGER because it’s not quite there. It’s like you’re playing with octopus hands. Tentacles
This is the sound of not music
Put your hand on your finger
Right now, you’re a nike check mark
I feel like I’m feeding bread to a duck
We have a lot of articulation problems in the goat heard
*screams* I’M SO MYSTERIOUS
It’s so bad, I feel like I’m on American Airline
Sound like a butterfly. FLY AWAY TUCKER, FLY AWAY
We’re not going to the zoo trombones, no butterflies today
Ba be ba da FORTSZANDO Ba be ba da AAHHH
WOAH! Wait that wasn’t Kaitlin, liar
Oh so you do have it on your stand. Hm. Two liars today *squinches eyes*
I want to hear a C, not an AAAAAAAA
Your guys’ bad phrasing gave him a bloody nose
Stop looking at me with your glossed over eyes
Ding dong ding dong, don’t be a ding dong
I don’t want to expose everyone right now, but it has to be done
YELL AT ME STEPHANIE. LIKE ALL OF THE ANGER I’VE SAID
I guess I don’t yell enough
There’s limited times when we do that, like the McRib
It sounds like you’re in the bathroom
Don’t look like the hunchback of Notre Clarinet
This is like a daycare or something
It sounds like dinner time
*turns to clarinets* bitch
I’ve always wanted to adopt Tucker
Wow Hector, you’re like Jenni Craig
You have a secret affection for your clarinet
It makes us sound like the asthma band