Fall 2007 Gallery

	First home game vs. Framingham. This week's show brought to you by the number  3.14159265358979323846264338327
	The might of our straight line is such that the referees dare not gaze directly at the band. This slice of awesomeness was brought to you courtesy of drum major Ken Takusagawa (seen here with his arms braced in front of his face, lest he be deafened by the sound of his very band)
	Letting the crowd take a breather from cheering us on (those capes don't adjust themselves, you know)
	The sun itself has hidden behind the clouds for protection from the One, the Only, MIT Marching Band's stupefying wall (or in this case, T) of sound.
	Being reprimanded for just being so damn good, and subsequently stuffing our faces (or, for some of us, at the same time) with cookies.
	The cookies: before devouring.
	The cookies consumed with extreme prejudice, the band is on the lookout for more things to devour. Or perhaps the football team is doing something interesting? Naaah...
	Hellooooo cheerleaders! *Insert your very own snarky comment here.*
	At the Alston-Brighton Parade Despite our smiling faces, rest assured that we were prepared to trample any small children and cute animals that dared to wander in our path. That's how hardcore we are.
	Look at those perfect lines. Oh, and in case you're wondering, those smiles are because we DID trample a small child. No, really, we did. If you don't believe us, we'll trample you.
	Aww, it's like one big, happy family. Except we're MUCH less creepy than the other families that dress in matching uniforms...and capes. And in case you're wondering, that is a unicycle.
	We are Darkness We are the Night. We are...THE MIT MARCHINGBAND!!!!! Well, all of us except Michael (the only one not in stealth mode) He's Alfred.
	What you don't see is how HARD it was to stay like that while waiting for the picture to be taken Those aren't smiles, those are pained grimaces... :(
	I now present the MITMB Equation of Bad@#$ness Unicycle + Marching Band = Major Bad@#$ery No proof is needed, as this is inherently obvious.
	Presenting: "A Day at the Beach" The pre-show briefing, during which Michael delivers an inspiring speech. Be not fooled by our casual beach-wear. Clothing only waters down the experience.
	Sun. Sand. Football. Scantily clad marching band. What else do you need?
	The trumpet section takin a well-earned break. After all, it's no cakewalk being so damned good.
	The stupefying finale. Is that a look of relief I see on your face? Just be glad that this wasn't "A Day at the Nudist Beach" and we weren't the MIT Obese Marching Band. And no snarky comments.
	Halloween, MIT Marching Band style.
	Dressed to impress (and frighten). Jackie's going as Satanic Saxophone Player. Note red eyes of EVIL.
	*Wink*
	Now I bet you're wondering, who's that lady in the picture with the MITMB? That's Susan Hockfield, the President...of MIT. But really, the picture's all about US.
	I'm just gonna sit back, and let you revel in us. That's right, soak it in. There's nothing I could say that would make this moment sweeter.
The following images from the MITMB 2007 Christmas Tour are courtesy of Ms. Julia Freeman-Woolpert
	Here we are, spreading holiday cheer. Ignore the Scrooge walking right by us. He’ll get what’s coming to him.
	And now we present for your viewing pleasure, the Clarinets of the MIT Marching Band. And if you’re wondering, that IS a penguin on Katie’s head.
	Here we are, in front of the statue of Samuel, a patriot with a knack for organizing.
	Our Shiny Tuba. Awesome.
	Our very own Drummer Boy. Rum pum pum pum pum.

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