This article was originally published in the August 2009 edition of Drum Corps World (Volume 38, Number 5). The DVD “Throw it Down” can be ordered on this Web site.
From the director, John E. Maher
What got you interested in drum corps?
“I knew next to nothing about this subject when my long-time friend, Producer John Kelly, came to me with the idea. I honestly did not see the appeal at first, but when we started to dig into the story, I got excited. I felt that If we could tell this story from inside the heads of...
by Jim Centorino, DCW staff
This article was published originally in the May 2009 issue of Drum Corps World (Volume 38, Number 2).
Recently, the drum corps community lost a friend and follower, whose name may not be familiar to some, but whose presence was undeniable to many.
I met Joe Swanek, of Shelton, CT, sometime in the late ’60, when I was marching with the Boston Crusaders. Although I didn’t know it at the time, he would become a family friend for the rest of his...
by Mike Ferlazzo, DCW staff
This feature article was published originally in the May 2009 issue of Drum Corps World (Volume 38, Number 2)
Memphis Sound did a little Texas two-step in an effort to ensure the long-term health of the corps. In March, the Mid-South Youth Performing Arts Association — the umbrella organization for Memphis Sound — officially announced the organization’s move to the Dallas-Fort Worth area of Texas.
The corps had already...
by Steve Vickers, DCW publisher
This interview was published originally in the May 2009 (Volume 38, Number 2) edition of Drum Corps World.
Michael and I first met when I moved to Madison, WI, in early 1979. He had just aged out of the Madison Scouts’ color guard and was beginning his instructing career. His innovative choreography and unique equipment work quickly established him as one of the premier designers in the activity.
He has spent the...
by “Brookyn” Mario Navetta
This article was originally published in the May 2009 edition of Drum Corps World (Volume 38, Number 2).
When I think of it now, I am certain– well, almost — that it was something hormonal. The New York City winter would leave its gray smudged remnants melting on cold-shadowed factory streets. The block-sized park that disguised itself as our country retreat was again trying to prove to us that trees do, in fact, grow in Brooklyn. We began to get drunk with the savor of the bittersweet...