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Girl band screaming in your head. A headphone band. A mealtime screaming headphone band. It makes your hair stand on its ends. It curls your toes like an orgasm. Yeah…
By Kirsten Logerquist URL on 07.27.2011
The summer parks; green grass; a picnic. There was a band playing somewhere, a movement of Rhapsody in Blue.
We had a band in the war. Three guys who hardly knew each other, hardly anything in common, but they were band because they knew music. Every night they’d play, after we put out the pitiful shelters we called “camp.” They’d play soft tunes, so they wouldn’t carry to the commander’s sack, and we’d all hum along in our heads as the oblivion of exhaustion filled our minds.
Our helmets were still filled with the echo of gunfire, the smell of sulfur, the taste of metal. We’d look at each other across the firelight everynight, look at the man right in front of us, and we were scared. Scared because we were looking at a dead man, just waiting for the song to end. We were band, and we played our own song: Rhapsody in Red.
Rhapsody in Blood. That’s the song we’d sing as we march.
Nobody noticed when the music stopped. Nobody’d noticed they were gone. I guess some guy in the back had seen their body’s in a ditch.
Funny. We can’t hear the music, but we just can’t stop marching.
By Caleb URL on 07.27.2011
There was one time, about sixty years ago, when bands were not simply a group of guys trying to get laid. Bands were about the music, about the movement, and about the feeling a person had inside of them, and sharing this feeling with the whole entire world. Now a band represents how a person wants to be perceived, whether or not it is true.
By Vanessa on 07.27.2011
together and for what? music is a start. how and when we squash air feelings return to theories. splat we fall flat but the notes of our fellows carry out to pick us up.
By drewd URL on 07.27.2011
band on my wrist, don’t wanna ball up my fist, just keep it calm.
calm like the river that flows down stream, listen to the sound, do you know what it means?
playing in my band seems quite obscene, I go off on a tangent, let’s bring it back again.
By Justine on 07.27.2011
i wanted to start a band in austin. i wanted to play music on a stage. i still want that, i still want to shine under lights and know what to do with the angles of my body. but playing instruments is not the magical moment for me that it is for many. i don’t HAVE to do it to live.
By katie URL on 07.27.2011
He used to be in a band, she remembers suddenly. It’s late at night, and she’s torturing herself by looking through her yearbook. God. It was hell, wasn’t it? She notes bemusedly, in the way that you only can when it’s all over and done with. But then she sees his slim face again. Dark eyes, and dark hair and just-
She misses him. And not in a ‘oh-I-miss-my-youth-sometimes’ kind of way, but in a honest to God, ‘I-miss-him’ kind of way.
…She still loves him, she notes, flipping past his page. She still loves him.
By perfectlydiseased URL on 07.27.2011
I know I should probably stop buying concert tickets, but sometimes, Minus The Bear and Portugal. The Man are bands worth seeing more than 4 times each. Maybe I should just get used to that instead and continue to enjoy myself…
By midge URL on 07.27.2011
Music swells, and for once I feel like belonging isn’t so important. All eyes are on ME. All the focus in the room is on the music, and there’s a rush of power that can’t be explained. It’s like being in a family where no one fights over limelight, and everything is good…for now.
By Brittany URL on 07.27.2011
Wow, how appropriate on Wednesday night.
It’s thursday now though.
I have a whole other week left before I can go to band together, to make beautiful sounds to mix with other beautiful sounds in even the crappiest of rooms, to make the very air taste delicious, and feel splendid, and look happier.
I have week before I go to visit the place where I had the most fun with band; MusiCamp Alberta.
By krsramblr URL on 07.27.2011
a band is a group of people that come together and play music or write songs. they have audience who watch them and support them
By emily fagnano on 07.27.2011
There were about 20 of us, playing glow-in-the-dark Capture the Flag. It was just a few weeks ago. “Band camp” we called it, making fun of him. No, Peter said. “it was a “symphony tour”. He is such a band nerd. But we love our tuba player.
By aoife URL on 07.27.2011
The band went up on stage, guitars in hand ready to play. The lead singer had a beach ball and was tossing it around, people were headbanging and having a circle of death, people got hurt but it was worth it. It was the best Wiggles concert ever.
By Megan on 07.27.2011
My rubber band broke the other day. It isn’t how it seems, it was not your average band. This band had been nestled upon my wrist for almost 3 years. It is not that it lasted that long that is the story, it is how I acquired it.
By Taylor on 07.27.2011
there are a lot of people that try to be in one of these. they think that it is just a gathering of people that come together that all know how to play an instrument. I wonder if people know that it’s more than just that. It’s a combonation of passion, ability, talents and gifts. If one person is missing that element, it is not a band, rather a group of noise.
By jd on 07.27.2011
I am made of spaghetti, therefore I should form a Spaghetti Band. It’s like a rubber band, and a rock band, but made of spaghetti. Take that, society!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I still have a few seconds. Well… Fuck the police. I am Spaghetti Man! Bitch!
By Prettyman on 07.27.2011
band of brothers.
By C.V. on 07.27.2011
And the band played on, and on, and Josephine danced in circles round and round as the music carried her through the evening. No longer alone, for she had partners aplenty – no longer lonely for each had a smile just for her.
It was at this point that her heel snapped.
By Jen on 07.28.2011
i love music. anything that makes me want to dance, or smile, or break down in tear. anything that keeps me conscious that im not the only one in pain, or that what i’m feeling is spectacular, or that all this pain is worth it.
By Shayda on 07.28.2011
We band together against the past and brace ourselves for the future. What the fuck does that even mean? I keep stringing these words together, trying to make them meaningful, inspiring, sturdy. I need them to manipulate, persuade, encourage. I need them to do more than I can do myself.
By Natasha URL on 07.28.2011
You play your harmonica, rhythmical, timeless. I always wonder if you make it up as you go along, or if you’re just that composed of a person, a conductor of my heart. Meaning directs its bodiless soul to the corner of the room where shadows ponder attached idealizations. Don’t you know? Don’t you know…
By Leslie URL on 07.28.2011
We held together.. together we were strong. Like a long band, stretching across the several states between us, we held on… it was worth it. I never understood why, but I always knew we were worth it… the us that never accumulated in one place consistently, that let go at ever moment of the day and ran… like me, like I always do, it was my credo… it isn’t anymore.
By JADE on 07.28.2011
they were brothers from the beginning.
he remembered mark in all his glory.
the autumn light filtering through his auburn hair.
the smile on his face looking down at him
as they kissed throughout the seasons of love.
they were tied together.
By keylessone URL on 07.28.2011
I already wrote about “Band” earlier. I’m getting sick of it already. Does this demonstrate impatience? I’ll write about it just to comply though.. A band could be taken as musical or an object. I’m using it musically because that’s what my head goes to instantly.
By Julian URL on 07.28.2011
it’s so many things. it’s the horrifying thing that could happen to a person in marching band but they also produce so much good music. it’s a love hate relationship for me. and a majority of people in my high school. it’s sucks so much for everyone.
By Austyn on 07.28.2011
The marching band strutted down the busy streets to celebrate Independence Day in America. There were floats and other parade items too.
By ~sophie97~ URL on 07.28.2011
these chicks don’t even know the name of my band. but they’re all up on me like they wanna hold hands- eminem.
she’s got a boyfriend, and i’ve got a rock band- boy like girls.
my friend, aaron is in a band. he wrote me poetry. it was so cute.. i hope he puts it in a song. i think he’s the cutest. i think i really do like and deserve him. i hope it all works out. i’d love to see his band play. bands have such impacts on other people. i wish i could do that through music.
By Lillie. on 07.28.2011
This reminds me of the show H2O: Just Add Water, because the character named Bella is in a Band, and I was recently addicted to that show. I finished it though, so now I have to find a new show to fill the gaping hole that it left in my soul.
Bands also remind me of Orchestra, which I haven’t been in for almost a year, but I really need it because Orchestra was my life and it is WAY better than band ever will be. I feel like this 60 seconds should be over, because I don’t have a whole lot to say about the word “band”….. ummm I like the band Mumford and Sons, but all of their stuff sounds exactly the same to me. At least it sounds the same in a good way, rather than sounding the same and being horrible.
By Giselle on 07.28.2011
A band is a group of people who play a thingy
usually its either all guys or all girls
usually rock music is played
most of the time bands suck monkey balls
do I win?
cause I think I should win :3
bands are good when their music is good!
By Maddy on 07.28.2011
The music from the band became the soundtrack to our first meeting. The the soundtrack to our courtship. Now as i stand here in my white dress, i look across the floor at my new husband. We take one anothers hands and dance to ‘our band’…
By Kirsty URL on 07.28.2011
so this one time my friend was telling a story that started with this one time at band camp… remember american pie and the red haired band camp girl my friend and i started laughing hysterically. That was three years ago. To this day we do not know what story she intended to tell about that one time at band camp.
By feliciadelaawesome URL on 07.28.2011
how does it form, do people with just that taste in music gravitate together realize how the other completes the notes that they can’t hit and create a music that will shake the world if they could only be privy to a few sessions of their intense connection through metallic instruments and a science that becomes poetry
By P on 07.28.2011
And the band played on. What a sad thought so early on a cold winter’s day.
By Jeanie URL on 07.28.2011
Ah the same word. In fact i feel that i have had more than just 60 seconds to write on it. Any way to me a band brings two memories/recollections. One the music band and the other a band for a cause. Both have their impacts. A music band can transcend the senses going into the realms of subconscious which quite frankly not many other phenomena can claim too.
By Raghav Mimani on 07.28.2011
This music that fills my heart is like a big band swing.
By RegTheRocket on 07.28.2011
my boyfriend is in a band. i love going to his shows every weekend and seeing him up on stage. he is in his own element and i love seeing that part about him. he puts a lot of time and effort into his band, and i love that about him. he is serious about his band and it is one of his biggest passions.
By laughing lemon on 07.28.2011
since i was responsible for bringing them together in the first place I as soon decided to break them up. Rose was the trouble there. I wanted her banned ..
I could do that! but the whole episode ended in disaster and they were out to ‘get’ me. Life was hell and I had to plan everything around them to save my skin. no! that’s too much of an understatement…
By the wiz that he was URL on 07.28.2011
I am in th band at school. I play flute. It is such a magical sound. We play togetherat assembly. But it is boring most of the time. I love being im the band.
By Crystalhorse URL on 07.28.2011
My favorite band – the Commodores – is appearing here in a few months. However, I am hoping not to be here. I would love to see them again, but I would love more to be back in the city that I left 14 years ago.
By Bonnie Cehovet URL on 07.28.2011