I’m sorry, what? I still have cranes on the brain, and making up words is fun…that’s what. Every show season is different, but each year...

Last Saturday, the Spirit of Woodlan played, not for judges, but for the community. The rain drove them inside, and no one cared. They...

ISSMA regionals happened last Saturday. It was warm and sunny and not like October at… Did we win? Oh, well…Nope. Which is odd for us,...

The Spirit of Woodlan strives for perfection, to get every note and every step exactly right. Well, for humans, that’s impossible. Who...

When asked how they did after the Snider competition, the band promptly replied…Good. Mr. Slattery replied with a nod. “Not your best,...

I hope everyone enjoyed last Saturday, for it was the last free Saturday we’ll have for a couple of months. Band. Band. And more band are...

It began in darkness. Tired faces. Shuffling feet. Shoulders wrapped in blankets. Hands clutched pillows. Time for a bus ride. Time to...

Gee, Kathy, it’s Tuesday…don’t you post on Mondays? Well, yes. Normally. But this weekend was kinda cool because my parents came to visit...

Not right. Left. Every time. “Turning left!” A phrase called on the buses as the Spirit of Woodlan marching band heads off to each and...

Competition season began with a cold, wet bang at Bluffton last Saturday. The band assembled at school at 8am, ready for a bit of...