University of Colorado "Golden Buffalo" Marching Band

University Of Colorado "Golden Buffalo" Marching Band

The "Golden Buffalo" Marching Band is the marching band at University of Colorado at Boulder.

The University of Colorado "Golden Buffalo" Marching Band is the Pride and Heart of the CU-Boulder Campus. The band itself consists of 225 members from each school on campus. The band performs at each home football game, select away games, bowl games and every Friday night before home games on Pearl Street for the Pearl Street Stampede.

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