March Fourth is the marching band I wanted in high school.
Back then, marching in a local parade, with the monotonous drum click in the background, there were intermittent moments when the drummers broke out into something a little funky, something with flow and a sharp beat, something to put a spring in my step.
March Forth has taken this to the extreme.
With uniforms from uptight marching bands twisted into something beautiful and new.
With stilt-walkers and dancers bouncing through -and interacting with- the crowd, drummers clicking and pounding; trumpets, trombones and saxophones blasting, it’s difficult not to dance, not to be caught up in the enthusiasm.