'One time, at band camp
By Preston Gisch | September 8, 2004The blocky, red numbers stare me in the face -- "6:29." One minute away from another August day of band camp. One minute and a few weeks away from our first show, our first test. One minute and generations away from where this band has been and where it will be. The numbers blink "6:30." It's go time. I slide out of bed, careful not to wake my roommates -- I have the early shower shift -- and execute my morning routine, knees aching, thighs numb and voice hoarse from the previous day's drill instruction.


