"It was a hot day at the end of August 1996. My crab brother Vernon and I were standing in the mirror posing like some Gs. Our other crab brothers kept egging us on as we held our horns like guns. We heard a whistle in the hall as the drum majors called everyone into the room for our first pregame prep talk. Crabs always had to sit at attention inside the bandroom and at no time were we allowed to smile. But For some reason that day, I could not stop smiling. The worst old head ever (De-Bo) continuously made me do pushups until I couldnt do anymore. I still couldnt stop smiling. It was something about that PVAMU that made me feel as if I accomplished something few people from my neighborhoods could: I was now a member of an Historically Black College Marching Band. "
My book will be available soon guys. I plan on winning the pulitzer someday. Im going to title the novel "Drumline wasnt Chit, heres the real story." lol
Real talk though man, putting on that PV uniform was an experience like non-other. Something about it just makes you crunk and ready to handle up. See at PV in 96, we had to earn our uniform. Crabs couldnt even wear band tshirts. SO the uniform to us was a big deal. True enough, a few people couldnt cut it and didnt have the privilege but for the ones of us who made it happen, it was a well deserved award. I miss my uniform.
AWW put a tear to my eye cuz i think that is how every one feels puttin on that uniform is great makes u feel gret like that day my youngest son trequynn was born.
... My crab year was '91 PVAMU"... Boys' to Men "Motown Philly" was the drill # .... Putting on that uniform was the shiggiddy!!! ... cause the football team was not that popular back then... Marching in for the first time ( against TSU ) I felt like I had really accomplished something ( I almost quit the third day of band camp)... I was now apart of team ... a legacy...and because I wore that uniform i would leave one ( a legacy) .... You NEED to talk about the LAST time we wore the uniform (marching out the stadium for the last time reflecting on a band career that started in 6th grade ... knowing this would be the last time I would ever march ... knowing that some crab would be in MY uniform the next year...I get choked up thinking about it ...lol
this is my crab year at texas college and man its a different feeling puttin on that uniform not only for the first time at a college but for u to be the first one to put on that uniform after u went through hell for the longest. And also knowing that u r the foundation of a new band that people r waiting to see. man it feels good this being the year that TC will be know for its true start and knowing that i will forever b known as one of the co-founders of my band and NOBODY can take that from me. And i will witness the first kkpsi at texas college and will hopefully b a member of the second line to form at texas college. man that unifom gave me more emotions than any other black college uniform could've gave me
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My book will be available soon guys. I plan on winning the pulitzer someday. Im going to title the novel "Drumline wasnt Chit, heres the real story." lol
Real talk though man, putting on that PV uniform was an experience like non-other. Something about it just makes you crunk and ready to handle up. See at PV in 96, we had to earn our uniform. Crabs couldnt even wear band tshirts. SO the uniform to us was a big deal. True enough, a few people couldnt cut it and didnt have the privilege but for the ones of us who made it happen, it was a well deserved award. I miss my uniform.