Knock, Knock
They used to be called Drum and Bugle Corps.
Now they have pageantry and drama on the field with the color guard gorgeously expanded, drummers and horn players dancing as much as they march, and enhanced audio throughout.
With all that added, the name has been shorted to Drum Corps.
If you’re uncertain what that means, jump over to
and come on back.
About three weeks ago, Patty and LJ4 and I went to a Drum Corps Competition near Cincinnati. Three days ago, Patty and I went to one in Belleville.
We were blown away both times.
“When Hell Freezes Over” is the title of the show The Colts from Dubuque, Iowa are presenting this summer. (http://colts.org/2019_278.html)
Opening with an unmistakable AC/DC excerpt, after much well done representative writhing, pain, and chaos, a massive multi-shaded blue moved in and took over the field. Pretty. Very pretty.
While I was comparing it somewhere in the back of my mind to something from the movie Frozen, here came a melody from what I recall to be the low brass.
I was in tears.
Seriously in tears.
With everything else silenced and immobilized, Bob Dylan’s “Knocking on Heaven’s Door” filled the football stadium.
In case you don’t know that song —
Mama, take this badge off of me
I can’t use it anymore
It’s gettin’ dark, too dark to see
I feel I’m knockin’ on heaven’s door
Knock, knock, knockin’ on heaven’s door
Mama, put my guns in the ground
I can’t shoot them anymore
That long black cloud is comin’ down
I feel I’m knockin’ on heaven’s door
Knock, knock, knockin’ on heaven’s door
— Hell. Chilled out.
Come on home.
Wanna know more? Start with Revelation 3:7,8 and Colossians 4:3 and 1st Corinthians 16:8-10.
You’ll find that the door swings open when you knock on it.
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