Colon Marching Bands Boosts Panama’s Patriotic Celebrations
Colon Day Marching Bands, Bass Drums And Language Lessons
Apocalypsis, Colon’s star marching band had to get ‘big up’ in this Blog. Awesome is what comes to mind if you can still manage to think when they are nearby. I waited ALL day and walked almost a mile to see them. Last year, I went home early and missed their presentation. History did not repeat itself this year.
I’m sure the marching band had over 100 members. If not, they certainly feel like it. And they knew how to play and make the crowd go wild. I said the crowd. But they were so infectious that I even caught myself shouting above the noise to my member, “Man these bombos are pounding in my chest!”
Yes my Jamaican and Caribbean friends? Hmmm hmm now… I know what you are thinking.
You know, I’ve been dying to hear what you would say about Apocalypsis’ bombos. Well trust me I got another embarrassing language lesson. For those of you who do not know ‘bombo’ is the Spanish word for bass drum. In Jamaica, this word is used for swearing.
This big drum right here (with the black center) is a bombo.
See more photos I took of Apocalypsis Marching Band here. Other highlights included the School bands and other Independent Bands.
Abel Bravo High school graduating class parades every year in full white (rain or shine)
Come on, white suits? graduates a sweating….
In Panama’s National Dress, tiny tots a marching…
All In a row, polleras a flouncing…
The Evangelical Band of Panama City, Evangelical batons a twirling..
In frills, xylophones a pinging….
Little misses, hips a swinging…
Maranatha’s big misses, a drumming
New shoes to break in, so gingerly a stepping….
Entertained and tickled, drums beating and beating and I’m a praying…(yea right!)
Marvia
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November 12th, 2007 at 8:58 am
Rev’d! lovely pictures. I’m glad you had a wonderful time and an educational session (hehe!)
But two things caught my attention.
1. The dress code of the participants, very interesting. I found it to be pleasant to the eyes. Unlike other parts where we revel in the same fashion, where the men are bear backed and the ladies are almost naked. I must say i was pleased to see that the Panamains are fully clothed (boot (shoes) an all). You know suprissingly enough i thought that the men of today loved to see the nakedness of our ladies that is why they continue, but after speaking to some men (young,middle aged and old) i found out that they themselves are disgusted in the way our ladies are dressing. And then further commented that is it filtering into the Church. HMMM… i dont know if any of your male readers would like to share on this.
2nd..i don’t see any pictures of you enjoying the bombos.
November 12th, 2007 at 5:44 pm
Empress,
Hold on there!!
The mode of dress for these parades are generally ‘modest’ (by some standards). I do not know of a single church band in Jamaica that would allow their young women to be on the streets in any skirt above the knee. So most of these Panamanian skirts would definitely be censored. (Someone please correct me if things have changed over the past year.)
In fact, what church band??
The parade includes other groups from all organizations in the nation so you will find some persons dressed rather formally in suits marching in the HOT sun (or rain as happens more often than not).
Now if you should drop in for Carnival now…that I hear is a whole different ball game. I haven’t seen any yet because last one took place while I was attending JBU General Assembly. I might get to see some of what happens at this one if no clashes with our church events.
Re Pictures of the Pastora and the bombo beat…well you know how it gets; the photographer never gets photographed. Although I hear there’s a photo of me circulating bout the place, of me looking for food. Deacon D..where is my photo?
October 22nd, 2009 at 11:09 am
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