the art of charm The woodwind section will glare on the drummers. The brass section sticks their noses via a flight at them. And then they move out for the field one day without the drum line and do you know what? No one can march to the life of them. No one can keep their steps. Lines are squiggling forward and backward. Formations that were once crisp and defined are sluggish and bloated looking. That perfectly formed capital 'O' the band worked so hard on yesterday now resembles a half-hearted 'U'. What is wrong with everybody?