Lincoln Southeast High School - Music

Music

The Lincoln Southeast Jazz Program is considered one of the best in the Midwest, and consistently produces jazz bands on-par with the best in the nation. Under the direction of Bob Krueger, the band has held at least half of the seats in the annual Nebraska Music Educators Association All-State Jazz Band for each of the previous 10 consecutive years, and has performed at the UNC/Greeley Jazz Festival and the KU Jazz Festival.

The Lincoln Southeast Marching Knights, under the direction of RJ Metteer and Dave Young, have achieved success at numerous midwest competitions including the Southwest Iowa Band Jamboree in Clarinda, Iowa where the band has been named best band for the last 6 out of 8 years. The band has also performed at the Blue Springs Marching Invitational (Blue Springs, Missouri), ValleyFest (Des Moines, Iowa), Festival of Bands (Sioux Falls, South Dakota), performing in the finals at each competition. The band has recently traveled to Hawaii, the Fiesta Bowl, and San Diego to march in the Holiday Bowl Parade.

The Nebraska Cornhusker Marching Band was unable to attend the Holiday Bowl and the Lincoln Southeast Marching Knights were asked to fill in at the bowl game. They played for the Nebraska Cornhuskers football team as they took the field on December 30, 2009 and performed during the game.

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