A band makes music. Music is one of the most beautiful things on earth. While some is crude and some is bad, all music is liked by someone. All music describes at least one person at one point in their life. Music /is/ emotion. It’s one of the best ways to express yourself. Music means something different to everyone.
I learned a lot in marching band. Not just how to walk and play at the same time without smashing my teeth in; I learned how to take responsibility, I learned most of my self-confidence, and I learned how to want something so passionately that to suffer for it is a beautiful thing.
It was a simple ring, made of rope and wood. She couldn’t have cared less had it been made of diamonds and platinum. She touched the smoothness of the band and realized that every touch of the rope meant that they were bound together for eternity
I was in band for nine years. It was hard at first, I chose the French horn thinking if I could play it, I could play anything. I couldn’t play it. At least, not for the first few years. Middle school is an awkward time for anybody, and it’s an especially awkward time when you throw learning a new instrument on top of learning a new body. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
We were the Awesome Dudettes. That was back when dude was a cool word, and so of course dudette had to be cool, too. My dad let me use his electric guitar that had no strings (smart man). Angie played invisible drums.
band. musical group. rubber band. band together as a team. band as in wind ensemble. now we’re getting specific. being in a band can be considered nerdy or fucking badass. i think it depends on energy. and audience accessibility. conjunction noun noun.
She hid the cloth in the folds of her dress and walked up to him from behind as he finished buttoning up his jacket.
“Please, Anton,” she whispered, clutching his sleeve.
“No, Gabrielle,” he replied, turning around and hugging her to him. “This is something I must do… for you, for me and for our countrymen.”
The tears stung her eyes as she nodded in reluctant acceptance.
“Then wear this,” she said, taking out the white silk band she’d made and tying it around his upper arm.
He looked into her sad eyes with infinite love and taking her face in his hands, he kissed her softly.
“I could never betray my blood.” He whispered “The tyranny of the Medici family will be brought to an end at all costs.”
band geeks are from high school and can be found in college. i have friends who are a part of a band and some bands today are rock bands. i like rock bands because they are fun to listen to and some are not geeky they can be cool and quirky. a band can be referred to a rubber band too.
i never went to band camp. i never had any desire to play an instrument. except for piano. when i was little, i used to pretend that i knew how to play. I would tap, tap, tap my fingers along with the music in public hoping someone would catch it and think i really knew how to play that song!
Geek with a high gpa. band groupie who follows us around to all our garge shows. I love my wedding band it was the happiest day of my life. Band of brothers I’m not even quite sure what that is about I love motion city soundtrack and have always loved them along with something corporate cause Andrew McMahon is a genius and a cancer survivor and I think he’s brilliant. Mr dandurand seemed like he knew nothing about what he was teaching and I actually loved the taste of brass when I played trumpet. Should’ve stayed with it. Tuba mouth pieces make lovely mouth pieces for the bonds we made. Sorry tuba players. You guys didn’t deserve that. Band band garage band and the movie almost famous. Elton John tiny dancer. It’s all happeninnnnnnnnnnn. Penny lane I wish they were a real band I would follow them forever.
band camp is something that people make fun of a lot
with out bands there wouldnt be some amazing music that we have today
bands is something that a lot of people envy enjoy and want to join.
bands make music some different kinds
band could mean a number of things, like a group of people who create a musical symphony and harmony. It could also refer to a different group of people who always have your back….a band of friends. It always has a connection with teamwork and working together.
a group of people, coming together, for a cause. united. making joyful noise, with various instruments.
it’s what happens when we’re passionately united about…something. hope it’s a big thing.
elastics — can hurt, it’s true.
bandits! bandits. maybe raccoons? maybe other critters…maybe YOU?!?! US. WE…the band.
with my new haircut, i am in desperate need of a hairband. but all there is in the market is third rate stuff sold at triple the price. i’d LOVE to find a hairband that will fit into a hair-band budget & still not make me look stupid!!
When I was in a band back in High School, I really wanted to rock out and do the head bangs and all those things, but instead I ended up playing religious music for the school, and I have to say….it sucked. This wasn’t the band I wanted to join, I wanted to join those Metallica or Guns N Roses type of bands. The ones with the cool and charismatic vocalist, and also the cool solos. But instead, I became part of a gospel band.
I always wanted to be in a band. You know, be the guitarest and all. But the thing is, I can’t play guitar. I can’t play any instruments really. I wish I could. It’s kinda a sad ironic joke. But hey, what can I do?
Plays music
Band of brothers
Rock music, pop music
parties
Having a REALLY good time
Getting wated and moshing
Doing whatever the hell you want
Rock and Roll
Drink and drugs
Drums and guitars
A band that I have come to love. Peculiar for someone of my type, but true. It’s not because I could relate to their songs or something of that sort. It’s just that I find something in their songs that just attracts me into it like it’s absorbing me in its warm melody.
In addition to that, unlike other bands out there, their songs are pretty much substantial and not just about some willy nilly love sick situation. It’s something near reality that, if taken in such a serious and deep manner, may actually bring you to tears.
I’m not gonna lie. I’m not much of a “band” lover, but, truth be told, I love “The Script”.
and the band played on…despite it all. They never missed a single moment to fill the space left by people’s disgust. A few found themselves lost in something of a rapture…but the rest of us, just listened.
The small band of gold was all she had left of him. There was nothing else. He was gone now, and there was nothing to be done for it. The other mourners, weren’t there because they had lost the only thing that made their life whole.
I was once in a band. It wasn’t any ordinary band; it was a heavy metal band. Know, I know what you’re thinking. Why would a girl like me be in a heavy metal band? I know it’s crazy, but I’m one of these people who just has to experience. I have to do things, make my existence matter.
I stood there and gazed around. The bright lights, the thick hazy smoke. It was amazing. I looked up to the stage and bega to scream the lyrics out. My all time favourite mometn. With the band I love.
She wore rubber bands with kiddish sayings around her wrists. I thought of getting her a silver band years later, diamonds encrusted in the middle. Fifteen and I was years ahead.
A questionable band of men, my brothers. Each dressed in gray, each staring at the sky, each with a weapon on their person. I stood at the corner, watching them, wondering about familial rifts, if they could ever be repaired. And I reached into my pocket and withdrew my own weapon…
The beautiful golden vision of the brass section filled my heart with a fullness and warmth. The marching band stomped by and the tuba rich with sound, rich with color filled my soul.
I like bands. But i usually like single singer better. i don’t know why. my friends r in a band. it must be hard to write their own music and transpose it for several different instruments. but a band could be different than a music band. it could be a rubber band.
I was anxious, nervous, as I stood outside the door to the auditions, hoping I could calm my nerves and not screw up. I could sing, I knew it, but what if someone else could better? I wanted to be a part of something bigger, one group creating something fantastic together.
it was a terrible band playing. we left even before we finished our drinks. walking aimlessly into the dark with nothing planned was absolutely liberating. we chatted into the morning. the next day, we were thankful for the terrible music.
Hey, let’s be in a band. You, me, our sister, our little brother. Let’s do it. We can have jam sessions all night. We can have fun. People will love us because we’re just so amazing. Now go learn how to read music so you can be my page turner!
The children lined up on the streets all turned their heads at the sound of the drum. The band was coming! The parade was starting! The kids all cheered, some pulling on their mother’s clothes to inform them, others being picked up by their fathers to get a better look. The pounding of the drum kept a steady beat while the trumpets blew out a unique sound. The children were absolutely delighted.
universal funk order baby. and then there was the bottom line. andre was kind of a dick. then never together. maxs dad was kind of a dick. UD jazz band’s a lot of fun. band of theives? i dno that must of been a movie or something. this is my first one. i dno what im doing. but BAND. BOOM.
my little brother has his own band. they’re not very good and i’m guessing they’ll break up before the year is through. i always wanted to be in a band, to be like my heroes, but i don’t play an instrument. i don’t really have time to learn and it’s not like i could go to lessons. my parents just want me to keep playing piano even though i’d rather have a guitar.
Right now at 5:45 am in the morning I am listening to the band Chicago because a member of my Family mentioned that he had been listening and had been very touched. Also the word band reminds me of band of brothers not just the tv show but that is what we are as a species even if we don’t look like we act like it, we are all connect through that that lights our eyes to see the world and in that we are banded together to walk this world as one appearing as more than that. The band Chicago played some good songs with kind lyrics that you don’t hear so much anymore but I always imagine will come back around :o)
A band makes music. Music is one of the most beautiful things on earth. While some is crude and some is bad, all music is liked by someone. All music describes at least one person at one point in their life. Music /is/ emotion. It’s one of the best ways to express yourself. Music means something different to everyone.
I learned a lot in marching band. Not just how to walk and play at the same time without smashing my teeth in; I learned how to take responsibility, I learned most of my self-confidence, and I learned how to want something so passionately that to suffer for it is a beautiful thing.
It was a simple ring, made of rope and wood. She couldn’t have cared less had it been made of diamonds and platinum. She touched the smoothness of the band and realized that every touch of the rope meant that they were bound together for eternity
I was in band for nine years. It was hard at first, I chose the French horn thinking if I could play it, I could play anything. I couldn’t play it. At least, not for the first few years. Middle school is an awkward time for anybody, and it’s an especially awkward time when you throw learning a new instrument on top of learning a new body. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
We were the Awesome Dudettes. That was back when dude was a cool word, and so of course dudette had to be cool, too. My dad let me use his electric guitar that had no strings (smart man). Angie played invisible drums.
band. musical group. rubber band. band together as a team. band as in wind ensemble. now we’re getting specific. being in a band can be considered nerdy or fucking badass. i think it depends on energy. and audience accessibility. conjunction noun noun.
She hid the cloth in the folds of her dress and walked up to him from behind as he finished buttoning up his jacket.
“Please, Anton,” she whispered, clutching his sleeve.
“No, Gabrielle,” he replied, turning around and hugging her to him. “This is something I must do… for you, for me and for our countrymen.”
The tears stung her eyes as she nodded in reluctant acceptance.
“Then wear this,” she said, taking out the white silk band she’d made and tying it around his upper arm.
He looked into her sad eyes with infinite love and taking her face in his hands, he kissed her softly.
“I could never betray my blood.” He whispered “The tyranny of the Medici family will be brought to an end at all costs.”
music, soul, comfort, something to escape into, performance, school, talent, rock, travel, dreams, something people can or cannot do, my neig
band geeks are from high school and can be found in college. i have friends who are a part of a band and some bands today are rock bands. i like rock bands because they are fun to listen to and some are not geeky they can be cool and quirky. a band can be referred to a rubber band too.
i never went to band camp. i never had any desire to play an instrument. except for piano. when i was little, i used to pretend that i knew how to play. I would tap, tap, tap my fingers along with the music in public hoping someone would catch it and think i really knew how to play that song!
Geek with a high gpa. band groupie who follows us around to all our garge shows. I love my wedding band it was the happiest day of my life. Band of brothers I’m not even quite sure what that is about I love motion city soundtrack and have always loved them along with something corporate cause Andrew McMahon is a genius and a cancer survivor and I think he’s brilliant. Mr dandurand seemed like he knew nothing about what he was teaching and I actually loved the taste of brass when I played trumpet. Should’ve stayed with it. Tuba mouth pieces make lovely mouth pieces for the bonds we made. Sorry tuba players. You guys didn’t deserve that. Band band garage band and the movie almost famous. Elton John tiny dancer. It’s all happeninnnnnnnnnnn. Penny lane I wish they were a real band I would follow them forever.
Robin Hood looked to his men, tired and filthy and hungry. They were regrouping before what must be the final charge, against the Sheriff and his men.
They might lose, but they would band together anyway. For Nottingham.
Robin Hood led them into the fray.
band camp is something that people make fun of a lot
with out bands there wouldnt be some amazing music that we have today
bands is something that a lot of people envy enjoy and want to join.
bands make music some different kinds
band could mean a number of things, like a group of people who create a musical symphony and harmony. It could also refer to a different group of people who always have your back….a band of friends. It always has a connection with teamwork and working together.
a group of people, coming together, for a cause. united. making joyful noise, with various instruments.
it’s what happens when we’re passionately united about…something. hope it’s a big thing.
elastics — can hurt, it’s true.
bandits! bandits. maybe raccoons? maybe other critters…maybe YOU?!?! US. WE…the band.
with my new haircut, i am in desperate need of a hairband. but all there is in the market is third rate stuff sold at triple the price. i’d LOVE to find a hairband that will fit into a hair-band budget & still not make me look stupid!!
Jeg think about Andy from Parks and Recreation. Good guy. Typical “Band-man”.
When I was in a band back in High School, I really wanted to rock out and do the head bangs and all those things, but instead I ended up playing religious music for the school, and I have to say….it sucked. This wasn’t the band I wanted to join, I wanted to join those Metallica or Guns N Roses type of bands. The ones with the cool and charismatic vocalist, and also the cool solos. But instead, I became part of a gospel band.
I don’t like boys in bands. They suck. ‘I’m in a band’ is never ever a reason to date somebody.
I always wanted to be in a band. You know, be the guitarest and all. But the thing is, I can’t play guitar. I can’t play any instruments really. I wish I could. It’s kinda a sad ironic joke. But hey, what can I do?
A group of people used to pefrom music such as beethoven.
Plays music
Band of brothers
Rock music, pop music
parties
Having a REALLY good time
Getting wated and moshing
Doing whatever the hell you want
Rock and Roll
Drink and drugs
Drums and guitars
The Script.
A band that I have come to love. Peculiar for someone of my type, but true. It’s not because I could relate to their songs or something of that sort. It’s just that I find something in their songs that just attracts me into it like it’s absorbing me in its warm melody.
In addition to that, unlike other bands out there, their songs are pretty much substantial and not just about some willy nilly love sick situation. It’s something near reality that, if taken in such a serious and deep manner, may actually bring you to tears.
I’m not gonna lie. I’m not much of a “band” lover, but, truth be told, I love “The Script”.
and the band played on…despite it all. They never missed a single moment to fill the space left by people’s disgust. A few found themselves lost in something of a rapture…but the rest of us, just listened.
The small band of gold was all she had left of him. There was nothing else. He was gone now, and there was nothing to be done for it. The other mourners, weren’t there because they had lost the only thing that made their life whole.
I was once in a band. It wasn’t any ordinary band; it was a heavy metal band. Know, I know what you’re thinking. Why would a girl like me be in a heavy metal band? I know it’s crazy, but I’m one of these people who just has to experience. I have to do things, make my existence matter.
I stood there and gazed around. The bright lights, the thick hazy smoke. It was amazing. I looked up to the stage and bega to scream the lyrics out. My all time favourite mometn. With the band I love.
She wore rubber bands with kiddish sayings around her wrists. I thought of getting her a silver band years later, diamonds encrusted in the middle. Fifteen and I was years ahead.
A questionable band of men, my brothers. Each dressed in gray, each staring at the sky, each with a weapon on their person. I stood at the corner, watching them, wondering about familial rifts, if they could ever be repaired. And I reached into my pocket and withdrew my own weapon…
The beautiful golden vision of the brass section filled my heart with a fullness and warmth. The marching band stomped by and the tuba rich with sound, rich with color filled my soul.
I like bands. But i usually like single singer better. i don’t know why. my friends r in a band. it must be hard to write their own music and transpose it for several different instruments. but a band could be different than a music band. it could be a rubber band.
I was anxious, nervous, as I stood outside the door to the auditions, hoping I could calm my nerves and not screw up. I could sing, I knew it, but what if someone else could better? I wanted to be a part of something bigger, one group creating something fantastic together.
it was a terrible band playing. we left even before we finished our drinks. walking aimlessly into the dark with nothing planned was absolutely liberating. we chatted into the morning. the next day, we were thankful for the terrible music.
Tug me habitually,
I am the mercurial Band around your wrist,
My iron shackle love!
Hey, let’s be in a band. You, me, our sister, our little brother. Let’s do it. We can have jam sessions all night. We can have fun. People will love us because we’re just so amazing. Now go learn how to read music so you can be my page turner!
The children lined up on the streets all turned their heads at the sound of the drum. The band was coming! The parade was starting! The kids all cheered, some pulling on their mother’s clothes to inform them, others being picked up by their fathers to get a better look. The pounding of the drum kept a steady beat while the trumpets blew out a unique sound. The children were absolutely delighted.
Band. Banned.
I was banned from my band.
Why? I’m a bandit.
What? You don’t approve?
Well then you might as well just ban me.
universal funk order baby. and then there was the bottom line. andre was kind of a dick. then never together. maxs dad was kind of a dick. UD jazz band’s a lot of fun. band of theives? i dno that must of been a movie or something. this is my first one. i dno what im doing. but BAND. BOOM.
my little brother has his own band. they’re not very good and i’m guessing they’ll break up before the year is through. i always wanted to be in a band, to be like my heroes, but i don’t play an instrument. i don’t really have time to learn and it’s not like i could go to lessons. my parents just want me to keep playing piano even though i’d rather have a guitar.
Right now at 5:45 am in the morning I am listening to the band Chicago because a member of my Family mentioned that he had been listening and had been very touched. Also the word band reminds me of band of brothers not just the tv show but that is what we are as a species even if we don’t look like we act like it, we are all connect through that that lights our eyes to see the world and in that we are banded together to walk this world as one appearing as more than that. The band Chicago played some good songs with kind lyrics that you don’t hear so much anymore but I always imagine will come back around :o)