The Phantom Regiment Drum and Bugle Corps, founded in 1956, is a World Class (formerly referred to as Division I) drum and bugle corps based in Rockford, Illinois, USA, and is a member corps of Drum Corps International. Often referred to as just "Phantom" or "Regiment", the corps is a long-standing DCI member corps.
Read more about Phantom Regiment Drum And Bugle Corps: History, DCI Placement, Repertoire, 50th Anniversary, Show Summary (1969-2012)
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“Semi-Saracenic architecture, sustaining itself as if by miracle in mid air; glittering in the red sunlight with a hundred oriels, minarets, and pinnacles; and seeming the phantom handiwork, conjointly, of the Sylphs,... the Fairies,... the Genii, and ... the Gnomes.”
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Your bugle eyeballs, nor your cheek of cream
That can entame my spirits to your worship.”
—William Shakespeare (1564–1616)
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—Sarah M. Grimke (1792–1873)