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The Santa Cruz Band Review is over! My feet hurt, my throat hurts, and I'm tired. But happy. We got those bands on the street and they played their dear little hearts out.
I noticed before how many of the bands in "our circuit" (in Northern/Central California) have "Scottish Style" bands (drum major wears a kilt and a sash and a great big shaggy hat and marks time with a great tall staff thing with an orb at the top. But today I noticed that a lot more of them, bands which have their drum majors in pants, have their color guard in plaid. We're just a plaidy old circuit.
All the bands looked good. Maybe two were actually late -- a few minutes late. One didn't show. Which meant that fifty-two bands marched through town from the high school to the Boardwalk. The Boardwalk is why they all come, of course. The Seaside Company gives tickets to the participating bands, and that means that the Boardwalk has three hours of hundreds of teenagers from all over the state swarming all over -- past the free rides, there's the arcade with all the games, the food (if you can call it that), the salt-water taffy store, the souvenir stores -- they make a bundle, on a weekend which is well past the summer rush. And they cultivate loyal customers.
Now I'm having lunch -- two golden beets, microwave-roasted, with mayonaise (my guilty pleasure), and eggs with that Japanese rice sprinkle stuff which is largely seaweed and sesame seeds.
I noticed before how many of the bands in "our circuit" (in Northern/Central California) have "Scottish Style" bands (drum major wears a kilt and a sash and a great big shaggy hat and marks time with a great tall staff thing with an orb at the top. But today I noticed that a lot more of them, bands which have their drum majors in pants, have their color guard in plaid. We're just a plaidy old circuit.
All the bands looked good. Maybe two were actually late -- a few minutes late. One didn't show. Which meant that fifty-two bands marched through town from the high school to the Boardwalk. The Boardwalk is why they all come, of course. The Seaside Company gives tickets to the participating bands, and that means that the Boardwalk has three hours of hundreds of teenagers from all over the state swarming all over -- past the free rides, there's the arcade with all the games, the food (if you can call it that), the salt-water taffy store, the souvenir stores -- they make a bundle, on a weekend which is well past the summer rush. And they cultivate loyal customers.
Now I'm having lunch -- two golden beets, microwave-roasted, with mayonaise (my guilty pleasure), and eggs with that Japanese rice sprinkle stuff which is largely seaweed and sesame seeds.
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