Robin Canfield
Something was missing from the Civil War this year. Anyone who was at the game saw a half-time show that shouldn’t have been.
I am in the Oregon State University Marching Band (and proud of it). I came to campus Saturday morning at the crack of dawn — before it was bright and early. We had to be there to practice the show one more time before leaving for Eugene.
I had on my black overalls, orange jacket, that sequin thing we have to wear and, for a change, white socks.
A single white glove was to be passed out to every member once everyone had arrived. The band was ready to play a show that we had spent weeks getting ready for.
Civil War was to be our one and only all Michael Jackson show of the season, complete with “Thriller” zombie dance moves and moonwalking. Now you should understand the white socks and gloves.
We arrived that morning ready to put on our show. We didn’t care that Jackson had just gotten into another big mess of trouble. That wasn’t what our show was about; it was about good music (and fun). The fact that Jackson named his own songs things like “Bad,” and “Smooth Criminal,” had no baring on our wish to play them.
We arrived that morning to be told that we couldn’t do our rehearsed show.
But the problem wasn’t Michael Jackson (anybody remember the saying “innocent until proven guilty,” or has the president completely done away with that?).
Yes, there has been a lawsuit (filed on the same day as MJ’s first new CD in years, coincidence?), but that was only a few days prior and it hadn’t developed into anything more.
The problem that day was an administration that seems set on doing away with the marching band. Like Disneyland pulling “Captain Neo” (a classic 3-D Michael Jackson movie) prematurely back in the day when Jackson’s troubles first started, the OSU administration has also gone spineless.
In my four years with the marching band I have seen the band lied to, cheated and basically crapped on.
We’ve been bounced around Reser Stadium like we were in a roulette wheel, finally coming to rest in front of people who yell and jeer at us simply for standing the entire game like our fellow students.
We’ve lost multiple directors to suspicious circumstances they weren’t free to explain. This year (without warning) the school even started selling parking spaces where we stand outside the stadium to play before the game.
If we live in a country where Marv Albert can still be a sports caster, Rush Limbaugh can still preach against drug abuse and a coke-head can be president, then we damn well live in a country where Jackson can still be an entertainer.
Telling the marching band we couldn’t play our Michael Jackson show at half-time was a slap in the face from the administration. Telling us we couldn’t even play his music in the stands was the second slap we got for turning the other cheek.
It’s no wonder the size of the marching band is dwindling at this school.
Perhaps it is no coincidence that since “Captain Neo,” Disneyland has moved on to showing a 3-D movie from the “Honey I Shrunk the …” series.
With the $36,000 more dollars that marching band has just had taken away, it will be shrinking again as well.








