The Swiss Top Secret Drum Corps
March 16th, 2009
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There is a precision drum corps in Basel, Switzerland named the Top Secret Drum Corps which is ridiculously good. They have a style that blends militaristic drumming with the playful style of college marching bands. I’m also pretty sure that I recognized some of their routine from Drumline, which I find hilarious on many levels.
Youtube link: Top Secret Drum Corps at the 2007 Basel Tattoo.
Wow.
This is the BEST video I’ve seen in a long long time.
Folks have taken some Powerwheels, like from when we were kids, turned them into AWESOME gokarts and then went out and did powerslides and donuts in the snow.
Watching a movie like Oceans 11, you don’t really think that sort of thing is possible but as it turns out, it totally is.
“The Untold Story of the World’s Biggest Diamond Heist” is movie quality in its amazingly ridiculous planning and execution.
Just look at this excerpt:
Inside, a massive structure was covered with black plastic tarps. The dealer pulled back a corner and they ducked underneath.
At first, Notarbartolo was confused. He seemed to be standing in the vault antechamber. To his left, he saw the vault door. He was inside an exact replica of the Diamond Center’s vault level. Everything was the same. As far as Notarbartolo could tell, the dealer had reconstructed it based on the photographs he had provided. Notarbartolo felt like he had stepped into a movie.
Inside the fake vault, three Italians were having a quiet conversation. They stopped talking when they saw the dealer and Notarbartolo. The dealer introduced them, though Notarbartolo refuses to reveal their names, referring to them only by nicknames.
The Genius specialized in alarm systems. According to the dealer, he could disable any kind of alarm.
"You can disable this?" Notarbartolo asked, pointing at the replica vault.
"I can disable most of it," the Genius said with a smile. "You’re going to have to do one or two things yourself, though."
The tall, muscular man was the Monster. He was called that because he was monstrously good at everything he did. He was an expert lock picker, electrician, mechanic, and driver and had enormous physical strength. Everybody was a little scared of him, which was another reason for the nickname.
The King of Keys was a quiet older man. His age set him apart from the others—he looked like somebody’s grandfather. The diamond dealer said that the wizened locksmith was among the best key forgers in the world. One of his contributions would be to duplicate the nearly impossible-to-duplicate foot-long vault key.
"Just get me a clear video of it," the man told Notarbartolo. "I’ll do the rest."
"That’s not so easy," Notarbartolo pointed out.
The King of Keys shrugged. That wasn’t his problem.
"Don’t worry," the Genius said. "I’ll help."