In one of my more “principled” moves, I quit marching band the day that album was released because they ran the practice past 9PM and I couldn’t get to the store to buy it until the next day. I spent the whole summer busting my ass on those quads to even get the spot, never mind the actual parts and when I told the instructor “If you don’t wrap this up in 15 minutes you’re going to need a new quad player”, he thought I was bluffing. “You’re going to quit over a CD? All that work you put in and how much the percussion section is counting on you?”, I told him “He’s my Satchmo” and that was that. At the end of that school year he told me he was very angry at me for quitting but he understood.