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IT'S 4pm on a cold, rainy Friday afternoon. I'm standing at the edge of a sodden football pitch, the rain lashing around me, surrounded by big burly men and a crowd of rowdy supporters swigging beer from plastic pint glasses.
The atmosphere is electric. Looking around, the stands are packed. Despite the rain, hundreds of people have piled into the grounds to watch us and tuck into the traditional pie-and-peas plus pint combo that accompanies our performances.See the full content of this document
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Banding Marched Into My Heart ; Our Brass Band Reviewer Rachel Flint has Played and Marched with the Best of Them. Here She Explains the Magic of the Music.
We wait nervously at the sidelines for our turn. Rehearsing and re-rehearsing every last note and step in our heads, checking the key signatures, repeats and motivating each other with a promise of a celebratory pint later.
Then the whistle blows, the crowd falls sile...See the full content of this document
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