Dear kids that are starting band for the first time.
Instruments don’t have gender. If you are a boy and you want to play flute. Do it. If you are a girl and you want to play tuba. Do it. No one can tell you that since you are a boy you have to play saxophone, trumpet or another instrument like that. Or since you are a girl you have to play flute, clarinet or some instrument like that. Play whatever you want to. No one can tell you other wise.
“The reason why choir concert attendance is so high is because all of the choir kids’ friends come to see them. Band concerts are poorly attended because all of their friends are sitting next to them, performing too.”
Virtuoso is a music theory board game. Players compete against each other by successfully answering trivia questions about music history, composition, listening comprehension, and theory. Not for the faint of heart, Virtuoso is a competitive, yet educational game geared for high school and college musicians to expand their knowledge and show off their mad skills.
So this one time at school, this dickhead stoner kid saw me with my Cor Anglais in a practice room and he thought it was a bong, so he told the year level manager and there was this massive incident and it all ended up with me having to play it and prove it was an instrument, and not a flamboyant bong.
The slight rumbling you feel on the floor when you sit in front of the percussion
the sound of the orchestra tuning, and you already feel your heart beating faster from a simple concert A
The low chatter of anticipation from the audience before the performance
Music torn at the edges with pencil writings scrawled all over the notes, a testament to somebody's time and passion
The feeling of playing a piece memorized; not just thinking about the notes but letting the music and your fingers work their magic
The bright reflective lights on the keys of woodwinds and brass in the shining concert lights
When a person is so into the music that they start to dance and become a fluid structure, free and unbridled and emotional
The feeling you get when you are in concert black with all of your friends, kind of like being a blurry smoke cloud in the night that moves together, breathes together, and performs together
when the string players are so into their music that their bow hairs start to fray and unravel and it's a mess of blurry lines moving like liquid silver
the conductor's arms, especially in staccato/scherzo moments, where movement is light and graceful and just there, showing its presence but not forcing it on
The adrenaline rush of playing a solo in a piece and the honor of standing up after it ends, where you have those few seconds just for you and only you
The last note ringing around the air and the heavy, almost tangible silence which occurs for a microsecond afterwards
what she means:
tchaikovsky didn't deserve all of the shit he went through. he was gay during a time when it was completely unacceptable, so he married a woman he didn't love to quell any suspicions. she turned out to be a freaking nymphomaniac, and he tried to commit suicide by drowning himself in a freezing cold river. his marriage ended horribly after only two months, AND he caught a cold because of the river. no one deserves this.