1982
Music
Wabash Cannonball
South American Getaway
En Sueno
Shenandoah
Battle Hymn of the Republic
Awards & Recognitions
DCI Individual and Ensemble Contest:
Snare: Randall Beach - 90.30 - 8th
Snare: Chuck Messana - 78.50 - 25th
Multi-tenor: Steve Bakker - 83.90 - 6th
Corps Members
Drum Major: Tom Walsh
Guard Captains: Sue Barella & Lisa Broz
A Personal Remembrance
by Jeff Thomas
Tenor sectional on a ball field in Ann Arbor. We set up somewhere in left field; the rest of the corps was scattered elsewhere. A bunch of college guys started assembling with bats and balls, looking to start a game, and a couple of them started ambling out toward us. But those were details we filled in later. At the time, we didn’t notice anyone else. We were just locked into our warm-ups, paying attention to the sound and to Jim Galvin, who had dragged us out to that spot. We’re just drumming away; our eyes are focused on nothing at all, something distant, like a car or a tree. Then, out of the fog and into the corners of our eyes emerged Jim, who was leaning over Tom Doogan’s tenors to tell him something into his ear. An odd sight, since Jim normally would wave his sticks like an eraser in the air to get us to stop, then would say whatever he had to. Still, the other four of us in the line didn’t pay much notice, and were headed back into that trance-like zone when Jim started shouting a blue streak at Tom.
Geez! What got into Jim? What did Tom do? I marched right next to him in the line, could hear him loud and clear. He was always solid. He wasn’t fuzzing out or anything. Did he say something to Jim? The ensemble sound fell apart momentarily as our attention was snapped by the sight of Jim’s frothing mouth shouting like a Marine drill sergeant at Tom. Tom snapped something back, and Jim just took his tantrum to BMFO level. Tom slammed down his sticks, threw off his harness, and proceeded to drop to the ground and deliver a rapid set of push-ups. The rest of us, too scared to look, just kept on drumming.
Which is just the way Jim wanted it. The sight of Jim Galvin, barely taller than Karrie Kolacny, shouting down tall Tom, while four others just stared straight ahead and continued playing as if nothing were happening -- apparently, it made quite an impression. The college guys gathered their gear and left in search of a different field for their game. By the time we cut off the exercise, Jim and Tom were cracking up at their little performance. The rest of us still were clueless, until they filled us in. Jim Galvin, ex-Marine, had defended his ground.
