Why can’t you let go? Like a bird in the snow. This is no place to build your home.
—  lyrics from Friction by Imagine Dragons

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Everyone creates the thing they fear…

Oh ! I love it !!!!!!!!

I WANT IT !!!!!!!!!!

It’s a sunny day. You’re listening to Pandora. Suddenly, the first note of “Someone Like You” begins. The room slowly turns black and white. The sky darkens. It begins to rain. You begin to cry. The door flies open. It’s Adele. She’s turned up out of the blue uninvited clad in all black. The question “Where has Adele been” has finally been answered. You weep.

When your jam comes on, but ya squad ain’t there


He’s going to be a great father.


the fabric on my top is stunning

Another simple top !

I WANT IT !!!!!!!

F I G U R E M Y. H E A R T. O U T.

We do not have anything yet clear, but I think it will be very orchestral, symphonic, though differently because it also have to be more modern, more like a soundtrack. (…) I like both albums, it’s the kind of music I like to listen in other groups, but for the next I can not say where we will go, I think it will be orchestral but in a more updated form.

Sharon den Adel about the possible direction of the new album (Leyendas del Rock 2015)

Orchestral and symphonic!?!?

Lovely top …

I WANT IT !!!!!!

So we practiced marching “Everything is Awesome” in band today.

Our parade block is split into several sections:  The banner holders, then drum majors, guard, brass, drumline, and then woodwinds.  Somehow, I, the person who has NEVER MARCHED on a wind, (always guard,) ended up on the front left corner of the woodwind block.

In front of me was the drumline.  Yeah, they’re hella rad, but you can’t dress to them.  Let’s be real.  Their configuration is weird as heck.  

So everyone in the woodwind block was dressing to someone who has no idea what the hell she is doing.

Anyway, this song is played at 158 fricking bpm.  To put in in perspective, most parade songs are at or around 96.  Our band director started us out pretty slow to shake out the cobwebs, just marching around the parking lot to shake the cobwebs out.

Then, without warning, he revved up the tempo from an easy 100 or so bpm to full speed and screamed, “ROLLOFF, GO!”

Now everyone is panicking and trying to get back in step while the drumline scrambles to play. 

The first 2 beats are drumline only, so that wasn’t too shabby.  The first ten measures pass without incident.

Then the speed at which we’re playing catches up with us.  People start running out of breath.  The drumline is taking steps that are way too big.  The brass is 30 feet farther away than they should be.  All the woodwinds are scrambling to keep up.  Flutes start taking longer breaks to breathe, then the clarinets and the saxes.  People are struggling.  Everyone is simultaneously trying to catch their breath and play.  My lungs are burning.  I consider passing out. 

We get to measure 31.  We are supposed to yell, “3, 2, 1, GO!”   I hear someone behind me half-scream “3, 2,”, followed by various wheezing noises. 

Everyone is dead.  There are more than 40 measures to go.   

The brass’s lines are falling apart.  The drumline is drifting away from both the brass and the woodwinds.  The gaps between the sections widen.  Diags are in shambles.  32 measures to go.

The saxophones, (including me,) completely give up on playing and begin running towards the drumline.  They’re still taking huge steps, and are almost 20 yards away.  Nobody cares anymore.  We go from a messy block to an all-out sprint in about 8 beats.  24 measures to go. 

The clarinets and flutes are running now.  The drumline begins awkwardly jogging to try and catch up with the brass, who are light-headed and sweaty at this point, but unaware of the chaos behind them.  The woodwinds finally reassemble something that resembles a parade block.  16 measures to go.

8th note runs.  I give up.  Someone tries to play and comes in 2 beats early.  Another comes in a measure late.  The band director’s face is beet red from laughing.  8 measures to go.

The brass finds the last rehearsal marking.  Woodwinds come in a measure later.  We hit the last 5 notes together, and horns go down.

Everyone is dead.  The band director is dying of laughter, the rest of us from asphyxiation.  Everyone starts laughing and coughing.  I’m in tears and can’t breathe.

Finally, the band director collects himself.  He stands up straight, and says,

“Well, it’s a good thing we ran it before we were supposed to march it, right?”