On a cold march afternoon, before their district band contest, restless Jammin' Jelly members drove around in two cars, looking for adventures. After a successful mission at Target, they were restless and roudy. In an unnamed town, in an unnamed bowling alley, they pulled into the parking lot. A perfect plan was formed, and two Jammin' Jelliers pulled their get-away cars to the opposite side. Four Jelliers walked up to the door, and a minute later were bolting through the channel of the lanes, exclaiming "Jammin' Jelly" and waving their arms around with all their might. The latter two, though, saw the danger coming, and ducked back out the door. "Hey!" shouted a fat grubby old man, and the running Jelliers knew they were in trouble. Blazing at top speed out the doors to the waiting car, they could have escaped, but instead waited to recieve the two Jelliers thought to still be inside, perhaps captured. As they and the other car sat, waiting, the fat, grubby old man came waddling out, and pulling his mass up to the car window, started bellowing. "What the h*** do you think you're doing?! This is a place of business! We've got children in there. F***ing a**anine!! Hey boy! Wipe that damn smirk off your face!" Frozen with fear, the two Jelliers who had bravely weathered the storm of the lanes sat, silently withstanding the invective of the fat grubby man. His breath poured into the cabin like toxic fumes, as his greasy, stubbly face hovered near the window. He collected the two license plate numbers and went inside. Shortly afterwards the waiting Jelliers saw the missing two walking down the road, realizing in horror that they could have just driven out of the lot and picked the two up. Nothing came of this incident, but it was definately a black day, but also a glorious day in Jammin' Jelly history.
On this glorious friday night, back before Jammin' Jelly even had microphones, Ballz' and Judo were looking to do some on the road Jammin' Jelly action. After leaving Ballz's house they decided to pick Wings up from work and then picked up some mic's from and unnamed store. It was an exciting night overall as Jammin' Jelly for the first time was autonomous and free from the need to use the Tyrant's microphones for recording. Driving around, there was some definate excitement at BP and Rite Aid as they refused to say any other words besides "Dude" and "mic". They bought a box of 24 cream pops and devoured them all as they watched drum corps clips and had jams at Ballz's house. The real climax came as Dave pranced around in excitement at a sequential in the Madison Scouts' show for about 10 seconds while, unbeknownst to him, Ballz's parents had entered the room. Nobody knew because the volume was turned up all the way...
After Jammin' Jelly had earned
the Stow Wind(y) Ensemble a I in class AA at contest, a few members, along
with Tenique, retired to Denny's in Kent for a relaxing meal. They
settled in and implemented their communists system, ordering a Grand Slam
Breakfast, a bunch of appetizers and an entire Hershey's PB pie.
The Buffalo Chicken Strips which definately have something radioactive
and toxic in them helped them enter a transcendental state. This
definately was the climax of the evening. Completely gorged, they
could not finish the incredibly rich pie, so left the last piece as part
of the tip for the waitress. On the way home there were of course
a few Jammin' Jelly Chinese Fire Drills, during which the outward force
in Ballz's orbit launched him out of control, injuring his hand with a
deep gash in the palm. Yeah.
One day Ballz and Daddy Longlegs were hanging out in the parking lot after school. Inspired by some g-wannabe in his (b)low-rider, they decided to be g's with a twist. They put on old ladyish blue blockers, and put Bug Mudra in the stereo at full tilt. When school was dismissed they drove around the parking lot scaring people, recieving ridiculous looks from the Stowites. Tod Machover's bright guitar sounds ripped in pulsating waves and splendid arpeggiated bliss through the windows. It was really fun, and the mac-daddies were so impressed that they all bought Toyota Carollas with treble-systems to pump out experimental late 20th century serious music.
In 1997, at the beginning of the year, some of the founding members of Jammin' Jelly (including Ballz' and Daddy) were in Wind Ensemble. For district contest, they were lucky enough to travel to the beautiful new ******* High School, which looks more like a mall than a high school (probably because it was built by Rubbermaid). Determined to continue their tradition of "liberating" something from everywhere they went, they searched. Finally, on the way to perform, they came across some excellent items. An unnamed founder (no longer active) peeled a room sign off the wall, and then opened a display case with student made T-shirts, and busted out an interesting shirt. It had a happy looking whale, and read "Kill the Whales." During band rehearsal in the following month, the items were prominently displayed on the percussion Black Cabinet, until Brian Monroe saw them and became quite irate. The items were returned...
Liberating Loot, and the Eventual Bust:
Wind Ensemble Percussion
(often synonomous with Jammin Jelly) has as part of it's culture "liberating"
booty from other schools and halls where it performs. Over the years,
certain people (but NOT any of us, or anyone listed on this page or affiliated
with Jammin' Jelly) have "liberated":
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