OH MY GOD I DIDNT EVEN NOTICE WHAT WAS HAPPENING IN THE BACKGROUND
College baseball players are the best.
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
wibbly wobbly challenge: favorite doctor in
#okay but can we talk about the brilliance of this #how nine is fresh from the time war #he can hold a gun to a dalek and sail through time and space #he’ll sacrifice himself to protect the many like a good king should #and he respects the normal life he can’t have (see: the married couple in the church in Father’s Day) #Ten’s hubris was his problem from the very beginning #and he lost so much and felt so much pain that he lashed out #and in doing so realized his power #he was the last of the time lord-a GOD in power #the laws of time are mine and they will obey me! #But the universe made sure to slap him right back into his place #and remind him that he’s more of a liability than an asset to the world #and eleven? he’s given up #defeated #with a scary cold wrath hiding beneath the childlike exterior #he doesn’t believe in a higher cause #something worth fighting for #or the deity of himself #what’s a god to a nonbeliever? (via kerrionmywaywardsons)
filed under: reasons to watch these two at dragon con ‘09 - 2/?
i love everything about bones’ face in this scene
Was I the only one who was shocked that Spock’s check-up in “Amok Time” went relatively normally?
One of my favorite DW moments. EVER.
i like to imagine that there will be a moment in the 50th like this
and then i remember that Moffat wrote it
(Found poems take existing texts and refashion them, reorder them, and present them as poems. They’re the literary equivalent of a collage.)
What is a traitor? (4.2.53) Why, one that swears and lies (4.2.54)
But cruel are the times when we are traitors (4.2.22)
And do not know ourselves (4.2.23). Wear thou thy wrongs (4.3.34-35)
Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace (4.3.28-29),
Yet grace must still look so (4.3.30). There’s no art (1.4.13)
To find the mind’s construction in the face (1.4.14).
False face must hide what the false heart doth know (1.7.95).
That which you are, my thoughts cannot transpose (4.3.26).
A good and virtuous nature may recoil (4.3.23).
Our fears do make us traitors (4.2.5). [Y]et know not what we fear (4.2.24).
What need we fear who knows it (5.1.39-40); Am I to fear, or none (5.7.4).
What’s done is done (3.2.14). But let the frame of things disjoint (3.2.18),
Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell (4.3.114).
Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell (4.3.27).