Every time I remember a moment like this I think of those who bemoan the state of music education in the US and wonder out loud if it could possibly be improved.
This clip captures that perfect pre-show atmosphere; the shadows from the stadium lights are appearing just as the shadows from the setting sun have almost faded. The oppressive heat is through for the day but the breeze hasn't set in yet and the air is perfectly still and full of anticipation for that night's show, just one of many over the course of a long summer.
I haven't marched or even made it to a show in over a decade but I can still smell the equipment trucks idling and remember how it felt to roll into the stadium, curtains drawn, ready to do what we did purely for the pleasure of doing it, the thrill of performance, and the appreciation of the audience. There was nothing else in the world. Part of me knows it's foolish to hope for those kinds of feelings as an adult caught up in my own little bubble of concerns and responsibilities, but I haven't given up hope yet.