by Mike Ferlazzo, DCW staff
History called for 2009 to be a monumental year for The Cadets — whether it’s the Holy Name, Garfield, Bergen County or contemporary variety. That’s because the nation’s second-longest continually operating junior drum corps — and one of its most decorated — is celebrating its 75th anniversary.
More than 4,000 men and women have marched with the Cadets and the organization has planned quite the birthday party for its...
Recently, I was asked to attend the DCI West Championship held in Stanford Stadium. First, I was asked to attend as a guest, but at the last moment that was changed. I was contacted by a friend and informed that circumstances would not allow her to make the trip. I thought I was off the hook since I, too, had decided not to go. WRONG!
She asked me to go and instead provide her a perspective of someone who has been out of the activity for a long time. I agreed to do it and was off.
About 10 hours later, there I was, like “Alice in...
by Phillip Capers
In Dallas on the weekend of July 17, I had the opportunity to experience what makes America great and separates us from all the other countries in the world, at least in my opinion. I work for a chartered transportation company, Wynne MotorCoaches, LLC, which is enjoying the privilege of providing chartered transportation services for several DCI drum corps during the 2009 competition season.
Last year, we were fortunate to be asked to...
by David Endicott, DCW staff
Thirty years ago, the instrumental music program in Seattle Public Schools was a model copied across the nation. Since then, because of levy failures and budget cutbacks, little of that once model program remains. It’s this way in many schools across the nation.
You know how it goes — budget woes mean that music instruction and other arts are the first programs to be cut. It’s gotten so bad here in Seattle that one music...
by Brooklyn Mario
Scalding Sunday sun . . . the siren-coaxing sound of rehearsing horns and drums heard from a distance of three blocks before you reach the stadium . . . coughing monoxide fumes in the parking lots . . . symbiotically impassive mounted Jersey City police and their horses maneuvering orderliness and direction to wayward busses, cars and people . . . jackets of every color and corps . . . impatiently squirming queues at the ticket windows . . . “Dream contest...