Brown 1984
Brown at Princeton
October 6th, 1984
Outcome Unknown
Ladies and gentlemen, the Princeton University Band takes a long, hard look at…Princeton Culture.
“Princeton Forward”
Any salute to Princeton culture must start with a tribute to Princeton’s only architect, Robert Venturi. His “chair here, piano there” philosophy succeeded in miraculously revamping Upper Cloister into the Peter S. Firestone Common Room. Brilliant, Bob. And who can forget that bastion of misplaced brick, Wu Hall. Adorned with more circles, squares, and triangles than a Romper Room play house, the big Wu was so well designed the University has made plans for rennovations after only two years. Forming a T-square, the Band sends Bob back to the drawing board.
“Flinstones” (Band forms T-square)
But Princeton culture assumes many forms. Take the Putnam Collection. Please. No, really. From Song of the Vowels (better known as Aerial Rendezvous) to the new and improved Mound for Viewing Earth and Sky; from that classic Biblical representation, Abraham and Issac, to the You Know What it is But We Can’t Say It in front of the Equad, the campus is positively littered with these works of art. And now, forming our personal favorite, Big Green Doughnut With Teeth, the Band says, “Aren’t you glad we didn’t pay for this?”
“I’ve Got Plenty o’ Nothing” (Band forms Oval with Points sculpture)
When Princetonians want vocal culture, they listen to one of the campus’ famed singing groups. While the Tigertones and Tigerlillies paw at each other, the Nassoons rehearse in the dungeon of 1901 Hall in front of wildly cheering cockroaches, dogs in skivvies, and Katz-en-jammers. Students in search of aural pleasure carefully avoid the dangerous Footnotes, whose singing is known to cause fallen arches. Frankly, the Band loves the Off Beats off tempo music. Forming an Arch on the field, the Band takes out its Tigressions and plays Tiger Rag.
“Tiger Rag” (Band forms gothic arch)
No show on culture could be complete without that paradigm of cultural excellence, the Princeton Band. Our shows have been described as “rotten to the very core,” “containg enough phallic imagery for two Henry Miller novels,” and “suitable for the graffitti that adorns our public toilets.” But our most vocal critic in recent times has been Peter Malcolm ’43 who affectionately wrote us “…hope you dry up and blow away. Hatefully Yours, Peter Malcolm.” And they call us immature!! But Jack Brown ’35 was the one who discovered our true cultural attraction when he wrote “The band reflects the attitude of the student body and does not, as I had hoped, perform its tasteless show unsupported by the Undergraduates.” In its 65th year of high-stepping sonic glory the Band salutes its fans.
“Stripper” (Band forms “PUB,” all members drop their pants to reveal orange boxer shorts and hop off the field at the end with pants still down)
October 6th, 1984
Outcome Unknown
Ladies and gentlemen, the Princeton University Band takes a long, hard look at…Princeton Culture.
“Princeton Forward”
Any salute to Princeton culture must start with a tribute to Princeton’s only architect, Robert Venturi. His “chair here, piano there” philosophy succeeded in miraculously revamping Upper Cloister into the Peter S. Firestone Common Room. Brilliant, Bob. And who can forget that bastion of misplaced brick, Wu Hall. Adorned with more circles, squares, and triangles than a Romper Room play house, the big Wu was so well designed the University has made plans for rennovations after only two years. Forming a T-square, the Band sends Bob back to the drawing board.
“Flinstones” (Band forms T-square)
But Princeton culture assumes many forms. Take the Putnam Collection. Please. No, really. From Song of the Vowels (better known as Aerial Rendezvous) to the new and improved Mound for Viewing Earth and Sky; from that classic Biblical representation, Abraham and Issac, to the You Know What it is But We Can’t Say It in front of the Equad, the campus is positively littered with these works of art. And now, forming our personal favorite, Big Green Doughnut With Teeth, the Band says, “Aren’t you glad we didn’t pay for this?”
“I’ve Got Plenty o’ Nothing” (Band forms Oval with Points sculpture)
When Princetonians want vocal culture, they listen to one of the campus’ famed singing groups. While the Tigertones and Tigerlillies paw at each other, the Nassoons rehearse in the dungeon of 1901 Hall in front of wildly cheering cockroaches, dogs in skivvies, and Katz-en-jammers. Students in search of aural pleasure carefully avoid the dangerous Footnotes, whose singing is known to cause fallen arches. Frankly, the Band loves the Off Beats off tempo music. Forming an Arch on the field, the Band takes out its Tigressions and plays Tiger Rag.
“Tiger Rag” (Band forms gothic arch)
No show on culture could be complete without that paradigm of cultural excellence, the Princeton Band. Our shows have been described as “rotten to the very core,” “containg enough phallic imagery for two Henry Miller novels,” and “suitable for the graffitti that adorns our public toilets.” But our most vocal critic in recent times has been Peter Malcolm ’43 who affectionately wrote us “…hope you dry up and blow away. Hatefully Yours, Peter Malcolm.” And they call us immature!! But Jack Brown ’35 was the one who discovered our true cultural attraction when he wrote “The band reflects the attitude of the student body and does not, as I had hoped, perform its tasteless show unsupported by the Undergraduates.” In its 65th year of high-stepping sonic glory the Band salutes its fans.
“Stripper” (Band forms “PUB,” all members drop their pants to reveal orange boxer shorts and hop off the field at the end with pants still down)
