I am letting you all know that when I am ready to settle down…this is gonna be me, admiring my man’s ass.
"Give my regards to that suicidally, romantic scoundrel."
“Well let’s hope he’s just romantic.”
Fun Story: My director kept telling me and my tenor sax buddy to play softer. No matter what we did, it wasn’t soft enough for him. So getting frustrated, I told my buddy “Dont play this time. Just fake it”
Our Band Director then informed us we sounded perfect.
To my readers: “p” means quiet, “pp” means really quiet. I’ve never seen “pppp” before haha.
On the contrast, “f” means loud, and “ffff” probably means so loud you go unconscious.
I had ffff in a piece once and my conductor told me to play as loudly as physically possible without falling off my chair…
Me and my trombone buddies had “ffff” and he sat next to me and played so hard that he fell out of his chair.
The lengths we go for music.
Okay yeah so I play the bass clarinet and the amount of air you have to move and the stiffness of the reed means it only has two settings and that is loud and louder, with an optional LOUDEST that includes a 50% probability of HORRIBLE CROAKING NOISE which is the bass equivalent of the ubiquitous clarinet shriek.
One day, when I was in concert band in high school, we got a new piece handed out for the first time, and there was a strange little commotion back in the tuba section — whispering, and pointing at something in the music, and swatting at each other’s hands all shhh don’t call attention to it. And although they did attract the attention of basically everyone else in the band, they managed to avoid being noticed by the band director, who gave us a few minutes to look over our parts and then said, “All right, let’s run through it up to section A.”
And here we are, cheerfully playing along, sounding reasonably competent — but everyone, when they have the attention to spare, is keeping an eye on the tuba players. They don’t come in for the first eight measures or so, and then when they do come in, what we see is:
[reeeeeeally deep breath]
[COLOSSAL FOGHORN NOISE]
The entire band stops dead, in the cacophonous kind of way that a band stops when it hasn’t actually been cued to stop. The band director doesn’t even say anything, just looks straight back at the tubas and makes a helpless sort of why gesture.
In unison, the tuba players defend themselves: “THERE WERE FOUR F’S.”
FFFF is not really a rational dynamic marking for any instrument, but for the love of all that is holy why would you put it in a tuba part.
This is the best band post
Everyone else go home
Oh man, so I play trombone, and we got this piece called Florentiner Marsch by Julius Fucik, and we saw this
which is 8 fortes. We were shocked until,
that is 24 fortes who the fuck does that
Who does that?
This guy. Take a good look - that is the moustache of a man with nothing to lose.
More like Julius Fuckit
The Man. The Myth. The Legend.
I don’t know why but this looks to me like I’m on an operation table receiving surgery from cats
Yet more unreasonable employment standards in the UK
blatant alivism and it’s disgusting.
Did the Discworld fandom just hijack a post?
fuck yeah we did
GOSSIPY THE DRAGON SAYS, “GIRL, I’M TELLING YOU, IF HE’S ALL INTO THAT KINKY BIKINI-CHAIN-MAIL-PINUP SHIT, YOU NEED TO KICK HIS PUMPED UP CONAN-THE-GONAD BARBARIAN ASS. AND YOU NEED TO MAKE DAMN CLEAR TO HIS ASS THAT GOIN OUT AND STEALIN TREASURE AIN’T A JOB, CAUSE IT AIN’T A JOB, HONEY. YOU KNOW THE LIFE EXPECTANCY OF MUSCLEBOUND FIGHTERS? THEY DIE AROUND NINETEEN, USUALLY. SHIT, GIRRRRRL. WHAT YOU NEED TO DO IS FIND YOURSELF A RICH OLD WIZARD AND MARRY HIS ASS.”
THIS IS ONE OF THE MOST POPULAR CAPTIONED POSTS I’VE DONE, BUT FOR SOME REASON IT HAS VANISHED FROM MY OWN BLOG. SO I’M REBLOGGING IT FROM OTHERS AND RESTORING IT TO ITS PROPER PLACE OF HILARITY.
I’m really late to meme responses but this week has been crazy. I’m slowly getting to them, no worries X_X
(Embarass Me it is.)
Getting Adriet to her Grandfather’s home had been easy enough. Introducing him to Grandfather Tebryn and Great Uncle Chazsmyr had been easier than introducing him to her father! Chazsmyr had already known him through Uncle Vethaniel so that was fine but that was the first time her Grandfather had really met him. And she could always count on her Grandfather not to be embarrassing about it like Yyanthe could be. Yyanthe couldn’t even get his name right.