9/2 - The Santa Clara Vanguard

If you know me in person, or have somehow read about me somewhere, you probably know that I played timpani with the Santa Clara Vanguard Drum and Bugle Corps this summer. I would just like to ramble for a little bit about how it was one of the best things I've ever done.

First of all, I got much better at timpani. Don't let that orchestra audition fool you; even if I didn't win the spot or anything, I still played the excerpts better than I would have before this summer, and I was still nervous and messed up a couple times. I was placed in an environment where my fellow members and I could improve beyond our wildest dreams, and I did. I could have never imagined that I would write parts in places where I didn't have notes because I was bored (the staff didn't always care for that). Before this summer, I would have never seen myself walking bass lines to exercises, or playing scales and chromatic licks faster than my brain could think, or improvising difficult with decent success on an instrument that isn't really made for tonal improvisation. And I won the individual competition for timpani... with a 98... just by playing a medley of Rush tunes I listened to as a kid. I really should be learning that getting really good at something simply means devoting all of your time and energy to it, not just wanting to be good at it.

That's enough bragging for quite some time.

Like I mentioned before, I was surrounded by great people. All of the staff got along, which is a first in my experience, and not only were they all excellent at their instrument-specific teaching jobs, but they encouraged us to get as much as we can out of ourselves, and pushed us to improve when we couldn't do it ourselves. They were fun, and nice, and funny, and great listeners, and I respect all of them a lot. The members were the best group of people I've ever been a part of. I haven't ever felt a drive and a passion for success and quality like what I felt at Santa Clara, but that drive didn't turn them into jerks either; they were usually really nice people, with interesting real lives and ideas and stories, and they were a great group of people to be around. And the volunteers were wonderful; the food was good, they were always really sweet to me, and they cared so much about us that it always put a smile on my face. If it wasn't for all of the amazing people I was around this summer, I wouldn't have enjoyed my time nearly as much as I did.

I also got to travel the country, sleep in a pretty nice bus, play great instruments (thanks, sponsors), and get a nice tan from being outside all the time. All that was pretty nice.

But the real reason people march drum corps because they want to grow. Most people only expect to grow musically, and everyone does, whether they want to or not; you can't fight progress when you're playing your instrument for ten hours every day for three months. Some people only grow musically though, and they're missing out on what I think is the coolest part of marching: the development of self-awareness, independence, and character.

As a timpanist, I didn't really have a section. Sure, I was a big part of the pit, but even the pit splits into sections, and when they would rehearse as sub-sections, I would have to find something to do. I really enjoyed this time, because I could use it for a variety of different things I needed to work on. Sometimes, if I needed to work on a part, or I wanted to play something crazy for an exercise, I could sit by myself and practice; all of my improvement was dependent on my energy output towards practice, and not anyone else's help or lack of contribution. Other times, if it was really hot or I was feeling weird, I could sit down and think about whatever was on my mind. I made a detailed set of goals for this semester and how to achieve them, a lengthy list of life goals and things I want to do before I get old and die, and just thought about who I am and how lucky I am to be in the position I'm in in my life. These little bits of time where I was on my own helped me figure out how to organize my life, and hold myself responsible for my successes and failures, and not rely on anyone but myself.

Those aspects mean the most to me, because I feel like those were my biggest issues before this summer. But as the summer went on, I also started to be more selfless, look out for other people, and help whenever I could. I tried not to complain about anything, and eventually there wasn't anything I could find to complain about. I learned not to take anyone for granted, that almost everyone is pretty cool and nice, and I shouldn't be so shy, so I slowly met more and more people as the summer went on. I was always happy, even if it was raining, or we had a weird show, or the food was bad, because I knew I could count on myself to be happy; even if I was really bummed, I had friends that could cheer me up, and if that didn't work, I would eventually remember that nothing is really a big deal unless you make it one.

This was the best summer I've had so far. If you're in a position where you can march, I definitely recommend that you march with the red and green. If you're not in that position, hopefully I inspired you to make the most of whatever you have, and to grow and become something amazing. And hopefully I can remember all of the things I did and all of the lessons I learned for a long, long time.

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