Everyone has skills. Everyone has talents. Everyone has a desire to make their children happy. (I mean, mostly. Right?) Anywho, if...

Everyone has skills. Everyone has talents. Everyone has a desire to make their children happy. (I mean, mostly. Right?) Anywho, if...

Welcome to the 2020 season of the Spirit of Woodlan marching band! Tis I, Kathy Palm, your friendly band-mom-blogger. If you are new to...

Hi, tis your friendly band-Mom blogger. And no one panic! Marching band season is not quite upon us. We float in the land of no longer...

A lone voice drifted through the fall air. (Thank you, Tanner, for the fabulous solo you delivered every week!) A desire. A plea. A wish....

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,...

We have waded deep into competition season. The cranes have invaded life, taking over thoughts and dreams. The melody plays on a constant...

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

No competition last weekend. That was weird, right? But there was much fundraising! I hope everyone enjoyed some pancakes…and a nap. And...

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

Last Saturday was a long day with practice and lunch and more practice, then a bus ride…so before the time arrived to step into their...

The first competition happened. Were you there? It was awesome! A Thousand Cranes shirts were everywhere! Even though the Spirit of...

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...

School has begun. Two weeks sit comfortably, though maybe unwanted, under the waistbands of our comfy sweatpants. Routine settles in....

The first Saturday in August. It was warm, but not too bad. The sun shone, gleaming off instruments and the happy faces of all the eager...

What is this? An alien language? Art? A mess? More like band graffiti, the language of learning drill. All these dots and numbers mean...

Does your Woodlan musician seem to be home a lot lately? No band practice in July is strange after so much practicing. A full week of...

A bell tolls. Once. My mind stirs from sleep. Twice. Stretching and yawning, I sit up, my fingers brushing a mushroom, a spark of energy...