Graduation Speech: Wel-Come To, Jam-Boe !
“Wel-come to, Jam-boree, I want to wel-come you, Jam-boree…” On and on it goes, our intonation dancing around almost as wildly as we are. With the sun oppressively beating down on us, sweat running down our backs in gushing rivers, and starting “Joe Avery” for the umpteenth time, we couldn’t be happier (okay, we could probably go without playing Joe Avery again, but still). Gazing around at the sea of strangers surrounding me, I know that I could not be in better company. To think that a myriad of musicians assembled haphazardly from across the nation would form such a fine group.
Our daily routine consists of practicing for a few hours and marching to who-knows-where in some forsaken corner of camp, only to trudge back again in an hour or
Our daily routine consists of practicing for a few hours and marching to who-knows-where in some forsaken corner of camp, only to trudge back again in an hour or