I Love a Parade
I don't know what it is about marching bands that makes me cry. I'm inexplicably moved by the slightly out of tune blaring sound (I am, after all, a crwth player), the sense of all those people with a common purpose, the way the sousaphone takes on a life of its own, the ill-fitting uniforms. I admit I cry easily. When I go to a sad movie I start weeping when I see the tickets. But I do feel ridiculous when a parade goes by and there I am, sobbing away. Gets me every time.
posted by John M Crowther @ 7:51 AM
2 Comments:
Couldn't agree with you more, and that reminds me of a song by Arden and Ohman. Please follow the bouncing ball.
I love a parade, the tramping of feet.
I love every beat I hear of a drum.
I love a parade, when I hear a band
I just want to stand and cheer as they come.
That rat-a tat-tat, the blare of a horn.
That rat-a tat-tat, a bright uniform;
The sight of a drill will give me a thrill.
I thrill at the skill of everything military.
I love a parade, a handful of vets.
A line of cadets or any brigade.
For I love a parade.
You must know a million songs, il professore. I am constantly amazed by you. I love the bagpipes and cry every time I hear them, parade or no parade. Never go to sad movies as I start loudly blubbering and moaning the minute something happens which causes my companions to slink away from me in embarrassment. Nice to know that someone else does that as well, John C. Love the astounded expression on the drummer's face.
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