Which leads us to our
biggest tradition, FREAKOUT! This year's main event takes place
on Feb. 12th against Brown. As always RPI Pep Band Alumni (and Friends)
is working to make each year better than the last! We've listened
to your feedback, and have some new things planned, in addition
to events from last year. Plus, we've made it our goal to get 50
alums at all the events this year, so if you haven't gotten your
tickets yet now's the time!
To start off, we will
again be having our annual Pre-Freakout Breakfast at Latham 76 Diner
at 9:00am that day. After which we'll be heading down to West Hall
326 for Pep Band Rehearsal at 10:30am.
New this year is an Alumni
only Lasagna dinner, graciously being held at the Corbisiero residence
in Latham. Dinner will start at 3:30pm and last 'till 5:45pm. After
dinner we'll be heading off to the Fieldhouse for the game and potentially
some broomball! After the game, alum Brendan Conte will be hosting
the Freakout After Party for us at his house on Tibbits Ave.
Of course there are other
events run by the 'Tute that day as well. At noon, the men's hockey
team will be having their annual Hockey Alumni Game at the Fieldhouse
which is open to the public.This will be followed by a 3:00pm ECAC
D3-East women's match up against St. Michael's. And at 4:30pm, the
Alumni House will be holding their Ice
House event where they will be honoring members of the '85 championship
As an added bonus for
those Pep Band alums who plan on being on stage during the game,
the Fieldhouse has agreed to reserve a block of seats just for us
until February 5th at 5:00pm. Tickets cost $8.00ea. and can be purchased
by calling the Houston Field House Box Office at (518) 276-6262.
They will take Visa or MasterCard charges only and there is a $3
handling fee. You can pick up your tickets at the Houston Field
House Will Call Window or if time allows (10 days minimum) the tickets
can be mailed. Simply identify yourself as a Pep Band Alum and ask
for these special seats. This game will sell out so please get your
If you haven't already
done so, be sure to RSVP
no later than Feb. 5th. This is really important so we can plan
all of the events and make sure they are a success.
Looks like a pretty calm
quarter for our members. Only a couple of items to update people
First off, Joseph Gillman
(trumpet, '02) graduated from Georgia Tech in December with a MS
in Aerospace Engineering. He hopes to attend the Freakout this year
and catch up with some old friends in the band.
Also, we got some rare
news on a "famous" ex-conductor. Dave Noble '92.5 (the
conductor formerly known as Pizzaman) celebrated his 7th wedding
anniversary with his lovely and talented wife Valerie, who plays
piano, sings, and writes music. They married after spending a year
together in music school after Dave quit his job. They live in sunny
Pasadena California, close to the end of the Rose Parade route.
This year, they celebrated
at a national cheerleading competition where Dave's stepdaughters
Merrilee and Marguerite (also lovely and talented; they get that
from their mother) stunted their way to the finals. At no point
did they hold up signs that said "GO FIGHT NIM". Stepson James stayed
home with his father and played video games. Family photo from this
year's summer vacation extravaganza is here: http://home.earthlink.net/~davenoble/album/vacation2004/family.jpg
Dave is also celebrating
the one year anniversary of the Mars Exploration Rovers landings.
He was "cognizant engineer" for the "System Software" ground software
element. Picture with earthbound rover model is here: http://home.earthlink.net/~davenoble/album/mer/rover-and-dave.jpg
Dave is still a geek,
and his Java-related blog can be found here: http://www.jroller.com/page/dnoble
He can be reached at
And finally, Julie Turcotte
'02 graduated with a master's degree in nuclear engineering from
MIT in August of this year. After a number of months of oh-so-fun
unemployment, she recently got a job offer from Massachusetts General
Hospital's radiation oncology group in boston, and will be starting
a job there as an assistant physicist in the very near future (i.e.,
within a month). So all you alums in the Boston area feel free to
send me an email if you want to get together and reminisce about
our fun RPI pep band days!
New job, kid, or house?
Good news, bad news, whatever. If you want to share it, we'll post
it (well, ok, so we have some standards but you get the idea). Help
us keep alumni in touch by sharing your life updates. Simply e-mail
them to us at email@example.com.
Welcome to the first
edition of Pep Band Stories. We have a couple of different types
of stories to share with you this quarter, which we hope you find
This first story comes
from Michael Lavagnino:
"On a road trip
to Union, not all of the oranges got thrown on the ice. With a leftover
orange I took up the dare to see if I could get the orange in a
tuba. I made it and who knows if they ever removed it!"
The second story is something
of a classic and comes from Mike (Can Fly) Brown and Eric Lynn.
"In early 1995,
Eric Lynn and Michael Brown piled into Dave Nangle's van for a trip
to Dartmouth and UVM. As poor college students, we were looking
for the cheapest lodging possible. Fortunately, Eric Lynn, as a
member of the FIJI house at RPI, had made arrangements for the three
of us to stay at the FIJI house at Vermont.
When we arrived at Vermont after the Dartmouth game, we knocked on the back door of the house and were greeted by a shirtless FIJI brother with his ferret, Osiris, on his shoulder. We mentioned we were from RPI, and that Mad Dog had okayed our stay. Our shirtless host showed us to his room, and we each claimed a couch. As our host was on his way out the door (at least he grabbed a shirt, it was damn cold that night) and back downtown, we decided that we would join him for the rest of the night's revelry. So, downtown we went, for some pool playing and some small amount of libations. We managed to stay down there until about 2 am, when our guide mentioned that most of the eating establishments on the downtown strip were closing, and would be giving away food cheap. The now mostly inebriated FIJI brother insisted that he was going to get gravy fries, and intimated that they were the best thing pretty much since the invention of the wheel. We all managed to also grab some gravy fries after waiting in a very long and cold line, and some really cheap pizza.
When we got back to the house, we prepared to settle in for the night. As we were all settling in, our host starts getting undressed in front of us. As he unzips his pants, he looks around for a minute, and then asked the room, "Where's my critter?" Not knowing whether he was talking about Osiris or something we didn't want to know about, we mostly brushed off his question and continued getting ready for bed.
After a cursory search for his critter, our host finished getting ready for bed and crawled into his loft. We settled down for sleep, but our host decided that he really needed to have a conversation with his roommate. His roommate was obviously trying to brush him off, answering every question shortly or ignoring it entirely. After about 15 minutes of questioning, he finally quieted down, and we all relaxed. A short time later, we heard a quick tearing sound come from the sober bed. Hmmm, apparently we also have a female visitor in the room as well. Aha! That's why the roommate wanted some quiet time. Unfortunately, about this time, the questioning started again, this time more incessantly. After another 15 minutes of this, the roommate decided that whatever he had planned with his female friend was not going to happen this evening, so it was just time to go to bed. At this point, our guide was asked to turn off his light so they could sleep. The conversation went something like this:
I don't have my light on.
Roommate: Yes you do.
Host: No, I don't.
Roommate: Yes, your light is on.
Host: I don't have my light on.
Roommate: Yes you do, I can see it. Just turn off
the damn light.
Host: The light's not on, you can't see it. It's
a black light.
At this point, the argument in the loft has our interest. But the best was yet to come. Some more arguing ensued, but the drunk boy did finally turn off his light. By now, though, our host's feelings are hurt, and he goes on a diatribe about how his roommate doesn't appreciate him, doesn't like him, blah, blah, blah. His roommate tries to console him some, but mainly wants to go to sleep. After about 5 minutes of whining, the drunk boy, hoping to prove his worth to his roommate, states "You know, without you, your life has no meaning". At this point, it takes all of our self control to not fall off the couches laughing. The roommate, at this point, realizes that arguing is pointless, and manages to quickly end the conversation and goes to sleep. We also, despite still laughing at what we just witnessed, fell asleep.
The next day brought the return of
our host's critter, some pool playing at the FIJI house, and general
wandering of Burlington, as Pep Banders are wont to do, before the
Vermont game. During the game, unfortunately an RPI loss, we maintained
high spirits, making fun of their incessant cowbell cheers and chanting
"What the hell is a Catamount?" when we could. We headed back to
RPI after the game, sidetracked only for a short time for a photo
op at the Burlington locale, "What Ale's You". And now we know,
that without ourselves, our lives have no meaning."
Thanks to Mike and Mike
and Eric for sharing their stories. If you've got a favorite story
or memory from your time with the Pep Band you'd like to share,
please e-mail us at firstname.lastname@example.org
and we'll include it in the next edition of the Pep Band Alumni