to used to playing the piccolo

my opinions on the instruments since you guys are asking (reblog and add yours!!1!)

french horn: honestly so pure. i always think of Dvorak’s 9th when i hear them and u g h y e a s

tuba: my bias here should be obvious

euphonium / baritone: honestly they’re so pretty and cute and nice to listen to. basically improved versions of tubas (sorry @me)

flute: pretty but anyone who can play them is clearly dabbling in dark magic

mellophone: i haven’t met one but i really like their sound. its so nice and… not to be redundant but mellow

trumpet: tbh i could listen to trumpets all day. even beginning players sound amazing to me

trombone: i always listen to the trombones when i’m confused on my part, so they’re sort of my anchor. thanks frens 

piccolo: similar to flutes but the notes are even prettier and the players are using even more dark magic

saxophone: honestly saxophones=awesome jazz to me, and i love jazz, so 

clarinet: they sound like the ethereal wood fairy version of flutes (im not sure why i think this). there’s a really good clarinet player at our school so i always think of their solos when clarinets get brought up

oboe: like clarinets but more flute and less wood fairy

bassoon: oboes but stronger

percussion: thank you kind friends for keeping the beat when i am too lazy to count

piano: probably the very purest musical insturment

viola: like with french horns i always think of Dvorak and how awesome y'all’s parts are in his stuff

violin: amazing but also definitely dark magic

cello: i live to listen to cello solos. (also just Dvorak in general, but the two are intertwined)

bass: you’re the string version of me. i respect you

tl;dr I REALLY LIKE CLASSICAL MUSIC

how to make the instruments

Piccolo: start with a flute. now make it smaller.

Flute: get literally anything tube shaped. plug on end. make a bunch of holes; these are where your mouth and fingers will go. the placement is up to you. to play it, blow. blow real hard. if there’s no sound you aren’t using enough air.

Oboe: arrange a marriage between your flute and clarinet. hopefully they understand how important children are to the economy.

Clarinet: start with the flute. now turn it upright and forget about your precious mouth hole. make a hole in the plug bend and stick a bit of wood in it. I actually don’t know how a clarinet works so you’ll have to experiment a bit for a sound. squidward is a good role model.

Bass Clarinet: start with a clarinet. make it bigger.

Trumpet: get a metal tube. bonus if it’s yellow and bendy. the fancy new ones have bits that go up and down. give it a bell. on the opposite end, stick a small funnel (must be metal; I’ve seen lots of colors tho so the type doesn’t seem to matter.) remember how your weird grandma use to do that weird buzzing thing with her lips on your arm when you were little? do that to the funnel. the louder you do the thing the better the sound.
Saxophone (Alto): the clarinet and flute enjoyed their marriage but one of them was unfaithful and a trumpet got in there. the result is a bigger tube with holes but its upright with the wood and oh god it plays jazz.

Saxophone (Tenor): make it bigger

Saxophone (Bari): bigerrrrr

Trombone: exactly like the trumpet but bigger and loose the sticks that go up and down. also the bendy loops aren’t optional apparently and one of them has to slide sorry.

Tuba/Mellophone/Euphonium: combine the trumpet and trombone. get creative. when you’re done, Google these three instruments and pick the one that looks closest to whatever hell you’ve just created. at least these guys sound nice.

Percussion: find something to bang. doesn’t really matter what, as long as you use sticks and protection.. get creative. some fan favorites seem to be: upturned buckets, buckets with thin stuff stretched over the openings, the tubes before you started cutting holes in them, blocks, your friends, and other sticks.

anonymous asked:

orchestra stereotypes - go!

piccolo: i don’t always play, but when i do, rip ur ears
flutes: can we please do something else than imitating birds
oboes: quack quack was that me warming up my reed or an actual melody who knows
clarinets: we have one melody in this entire piece and you can’t hear it over the trumpets so why would we not warm up with rhapsody in blue
saxophones: thank you lord for inventing maurice ravel. oh and while ur here lord can you stop the rest of the orchestra bullying me
bassoons: deep poot
horns: just when ur admiring us for our infinite hotness and gorgeous tone quality we’ll start playing mahler cuivré with 8 of us in unison watch out BAAAAAA
trumpets: *slides into violin 1 section* which one of u lovely ladies wants a night with me ay the trumpet isn’t the only thing i can double tongue alalalalalalala *puts two fingers up to mouth and starts imitating cunnilingus*
trombones: the bottle i’m clutching onto is definitely water and not vodka i promise. gotta stay hydrated. no you can’t have any why d-
tuba: *tips fedora* m’lady
timpani: i went through 4 years of music school just for this shit 1 5 1 5 1 5 1 5 1 oh tricky bit coming up there’s a triplet but don’t worry there’s 92 bars of rest for me to prepare for it
other percussion: 1 gay guy, 1 straight girl who’s his best friend, the rest just fuckboys
harp: you may not be able to hear me in the orchestra but you won’t be laughing anymore when i forcefully transport you into a dream sequence just watch
piano: why am i here. i chose this instrument to get away from other musicians wtf i can make all the notes by myself i don’t need you
organ: now i can really make all the notes by myself you want a trumpet here’s a trumpet you want a clarinet here’s a clarinet badabingbadaboom just give me a church and i’m invincible
concertmaster: bow down 2 me
other violin 1s: we promise we’re just as good as the concertmaster see here’s us warming up with the sibelius concerto look loOK LOOK
violin 2s: i tried so hard and got so far but in the end it didn’t even matter
violas: you think you have it bad violin 2s we have to come into every rehearsal just for pizzicato ostinati
celli: 70% boring basslines 30% passionate melodies 100% fuck me
basses: plonk plonk plonk
conductor: let’s have some fun this beat is sick everyone pay attention to me and my stick

watching the dub

and vegeta’s hair just caught my eye

Father's Day

This one shot was written for @glitzthings by request (Sorry it’s late my friend!). I hope this is okay, I’ve been having the worst case of writer’s block lately.

oooOOOooo

Vegeta folds his arms tighter around his chest, sinking further down into his seat. An impatient groan escapes his lips, as soft as a sleeping breath, but still earns him a scowl from his wife. Her sapphire eyes burn the color of gasoline fire and say all of the words hidden behind the confines of her lips, making him turn his head away. He gets it; she doesn’t need to look at him like that anymore. He clicks his teeth loud enough to tell her so, but he can still feel her heated stare  shredding the skin on his neck.  He ignores her, and instead decides to make a mental list of the worst moments in his life.

1) Frieza. Enough said.
2) Kakarot. A tolerable ending, but their beginnings will always stain his tongue with acid.
3) Any combination of 1 and 2.
4) What he’s doing at this exact moment.

He feels a palm on his thigh and he whips his head back to his left, expecting to meet the cooling eyes of his hot tempered spouse. She’s gotten bored of his tantrum apparently as her eyes are glued to the stage, smiling widely with excitement. Instead, he catches the stare of his son, who’s sporting the same goofy grin as his mother, his  lavender hair hanging loosely in his eyes.

“Papa,” he tries to whisper, his voice cracking with manhood, “She’s coming on now!”

Vegeta nods, thankful that  Trunks can read him so easily. Bulma expects him to be dutiful and pay attention, but Vegeta knows the boy is just as bored as he is. In fact, if a certain doppelganger of Kakarot were not keeping him company right now, he is sure that Trunks would be playing away on the noisy game he likes to carry around. Or even better, causing some sort of mischief.

“Do it like we practiced, Bra!” Bulma whispers, raising her fists with anticipation. Vegeta cocks an eyebrow to this, wondering exactly the woman has planned. If it’s anything like he’s become used to for the past decade and some change, he knows it’ll be interesting. Chaotic, undoubtedly, but interesting.

Vegeta turns his attention to the stage finally, peering over the heads of rows of parents and children alike. No matter how much it pains him to admit it, he’s short. And short people, no matter how powerful, struggle to see past taller men who refuse to take better seats. Especially when Bulma insists they sit towards the back so Bra doesn’t get nervous when she sees them. He grunts louder this time, even letting a curse slip from his dirty lips. Several parents turn around in their seats and glare at him. Vegeta lets out a warning growl that’s similar to a bark and they change their minds in their judgment. Their faces go whiter than his tense knuckles and they turn around with no further complaints. He’s earned himself a heavy slap on the knee from Bulma. He grins wickedly as he sits with no regret. He never tires of putting inferiors in their places.

A miniature Bulma walks across the stage past her peers, her chin aimed pointedly high in the air. She oozes confidences and the children don’t like it. Vegeta has heard Bra complain about then to Bulma at bed time before. “They’re so boring, Mama,” she says in her five year old sleepy voice, “And they don’t want to talk to me.” Bulma asks her how she feels about it. Bra pulls the thick blanket to her chest and says truthfully, “I can beat them up so I don’t care.”

Vegeta has never been more proud.

Her actions prove her words true as she glides to the microphone, earning attentive eyes from the audience and her peers. A bright yellow banner hangs over her head, Father’s Day Assembly sprawled across the fabric. An arrogant smile —his arrogant smile— steals her face as she looks over the crowd. Her eyes land on his and she smiles and waves, a look of sincere glee coming over her features. He feels  the immediate embarrassment, but puts up two fingers in this air as a salute so she won’t cry about it later. He ignores Bulma’s yelping about how ‘cute’ the situation is.

“My name is Bra Briefs,” she says into the microphone, a little too low for Vegeta’s tastes, and he wants to tell her to talk louder, “And this is the story of my papa, Vegeta.” She extends a tiny palm in his direction. The stage lights hover over him and he grits his teeth. The parents don’t bother to turn and look, having already been bitten with his venom. He sits with patience until the light is back on Bra and then finally grumbles under his breath.

“In order to tell this story, my friends said they would help me out. So I hope you enjoy this play! Me and my Mama worked real hard on it!” She turns to the curtain, the red of her ponytail ribbon matching the fabric perfectly. “Guys?”

Vegeta is interested now, but the curiosity turns to vile as he watches Kakarot, Gohan, Piccolo and Krillin take center stage. They all seem embarrassed to be here, especially Piccolo. He hears a few parents wonder if he’s feeling sick. Vegeta questions what sort of manipulation Bulma’s used to get them to be here.
“My Papa was a proud prince,” she starts, and an exact mirror of Vegeta walks smoothly on stage. He does a double take at first. Tarble? He’s about to question it further until he spots the tail and how wrong it is. It’s pink and curly where it should be long and brown. Of course Oolong would agree; he’s caught the Sunday dinner staring at his wife’s breasts a little too long on multiple occasions.

“He was the strongest prince of everyone in his kingdom, and no one could beat him, not even giant refrigerators and freezers!” Oolong-Vegeta flexes his muscles in a dramatic fashion, while kicking over a fridge prop, cleverly painter with specks of purple. This elicits a laugh out of Vegeta, but he keeps it low so Bulma doesn’t hear.

“One day, my Papa got too strong and he got bored. So he flew to Earth to rule over the people there.” Oolong is pretending to fly in a circle, getting closer to the four men to Bra’s right. “And when he came, a group of men who were…umm…Mama, what’s that word again?”

“Naïve!” Bulma yells, and Bra smiles widely.

“That’s right, naïve. The group of men were naïve and thought they could beat him up.” A flash of anger rolls over Piccolo’s face. Vegeta hopes Bulma’s brought a camera.

“Aarrghh, I am Vegeta! Prince of all Saiyans! And I will whoop your butt!” Oolong is a bad actor and his voice is too squeaky to rival Vegeta’s. And  most important, Vegeta thinks, is that he would never use the words, “Whoop your butt.” Obliterate you? Sure. Send you the fiery pits of hell? Absolutely. But never, “I’m going to whoop your butt.” It sounds like a parent chastising a child, but he listens on anyways.

“No, Vegeta, we can’t let you do that,” Gohan is trying to act, but he’s too serious about it, “So please leave here at once.”

“I’m going to whoop your butt first, Goha—err — stranger!” Oolong produces some sort of contraption and confetti sprays in Gohan’s direction. Gohan dramatically falls to the stage, claiming he has been defeated. Goku starts laughing wildly, and Vegeta declares he will kill the man if he messes up his daughter’s stage play.

“One by one, the men come to fight my papa, but they are too weak and pathetic so they die,” Bra says this with such pride that Vegeta’s heart swells. Piccolo and Krillin fall to the ground, yelling  how strong Vegeta is. He turns to look at Bulma briefly, unable to believe that she would agree to help Bra with this inaccurate play.  She shrugs, as if indicating that this was all Bra’s idea.

“But one man didn’t seem to get it, so Papa had to put him in his place.” Goku grins and crouches down into his fighting stance, looking too seriously at Oolong-Vegeta. The buffoon. He can’t even pretend to fight without getting a hard on. Vegeta scoffs at his pathetic mannerisms.

“Even though you’re so much stronger than me, and I could never  ever beat you, I will fight you Vegeta!” Strangely enough, Goku isn’t bad at reciting his lines. Vegeta swallows away the compliment, mildly upset it penetrated his mind in the first place.

“Bring it on, Goku! “ Oolng pretends to fight Goku, once again disappointing Vegeta with his misrepresentation. He watches the two prance about and shoot fake lasers at each other. Goku is losing on purpose, and Vegeta relishes in how satisfactory the feeling is.

“After a long battle, the man does a horrible, miserable death—“

“Oh no! I’m dying so miserably!”

“—Ending any defiance against my Papa. So he became the prince, no, the king of Earth. And he even found his queen in the audience!” Another person emerges from the curtain, wearing one of Bulma’s old dresses with a cheap blue wig on their head. Its Yamcha, Vegeta notices with disdain, and he’s tried a little too hard to dress like Bulma. She’s having several fits of laughter at his side, unable to even look at the stage anymore. A ghost of a smile plays on his lips. Bulma is a devious genius.

“Oh Vegeta,” Yamcha has his hands resting at his cheek and his voice is higher in range, “Even though I’ve got a totally awesome boyfriend who’s the best thing that ever happened to me, I just can’t resist the Prince of Darkness!”

“Hmph,” Oolong-Vegeta folds his arms and closes his eyes, “Your boyfriend sucks. Drop that zero and get with a real man, pathetic woman.” Finally Oolong has gotten Vegeta correctly.

Yamcha runs daintly towards Oolong and they hug, although Yamcha has to bend down to embrace him. Vegeta grits his teeth and wants to yell out that he’s not  that short, and how the only time Bulma’s bending over is in the bedroom, but their children are present. He’s sure he’s scarred then enough already.

“And then my Mama and Papa got married and had me and brother Trunks! He’s still the strongest man on the planet,” he watches as her eyebrows mesh together in an angry fashion and her entire mood changes, “And if any of you ever disagree with me or him, he’ll make you all die a miserable and scary de—“

“Okay and thank you Ms. Briefs!” The principal of Bra’s school intervenes, her face a cloudy mix of disbelief and shock. She tries to laugh off her nerves by complimenting Bra on her creative imagination. The adults in the audience have covered their children’s ears and look toward the stage in fright. Vegeta lets out a heartfelt laugh, focusing unwanted attention on him. He’s clutching his belly as he bends over, not remembering the last time he was this entertained. The Briefs women have definitely outdone themselves.

Bra doesn’t bother to sit with her peers, instead walking off stage and heading directly to them. Her face is beaming as she approaches, running straight to Vegeta and hopping in his lap. She throws her arms around his neck and he lets her, feeling like she’s more than earned public affection.

“How did I do Papa?” she whispers in his ear, tossing a thumbs up to Trunks, Goten and Bulma.

Vegeta smiles and stands, seeing no reason to stay for the rest of this catastrophe. He gets it; these children like their inadequate fathers and their boring jobs of teachers and salesmen. But had their fathers ever saved the world? Ever brought them back to life? No? Then he has no interest in praising them.

He cradles Bra in his arms as they exit, and leans in close to her ear so that only she can hear. “It’s the best Father’s Day gift I’ve ever received,” he says and means it. “Just don’t tell your brother.”

I haven’t edited this, so please forgive any errors

also I may or may not have written this while I’m drunk soooo
orchestra according to the flutes
  • flute: so wonderful, what a blessing, we are incredible always
  • piccolo: where are the earplugs
  • oboe: thank fuck the person we need to tune to is right next to us bC WE CAN’T HEAR OURSELVES
  • clarinet: all these flute solos are revenge for you taking all the wind band solos tbh
  • bassoon: woah, we have a bassoon? didn’t notice…
  • contrabassoon: who the fuck farted in the back row while the double basses were playing...
  • trumpet: why do you exist and why is your instrument shinier than mine
  • french horn: um rude, you can’t have the angry AND the beautiful solos choose one and give the other to ME
  • trombone: nyoooOOOOOM
  • tuba: i think I found who was farting in the back row…
  • violin: THIS COULD HAVE BEEN A SOLO IF YOU DID NOT EXIST
  • violas: eh
  • cello: so beautiful, too good for this world, too pure
  • double bass: such majestic elephant sounds, but we’re jealous that you only play 3 different notes most of the time
The instruments during rehearsal
  • Flutes: KNOW the director can see them texting. Don't care.
  • Clarinets: trying to figure out how many sixteenth notes per phrase they can get away with NOT playing before the director notices
  • Oboes: sharing discouraged looks as they constantly fail to be in tune with each other
  • Piccolo: hyperventilating
  • Bassoons: "we represent sin/death/the devil. Fuck with us."
  • Bass clarinet: has actually dropped his instrument twice and has the wrong piece of music out on the stand.
  • Trumpets: playing so loud that everyone in front of them is going deaf. Complaining that the percussion is so loud they are deaf.
  • Saxophones: are talking audibly. Have switched shoes with each other. Have switched horns and music too. The director still hasn't noticed.
  • French horns: are quiet until one of them makes a pun. The director hears laughter and instantly scolds them for talking.
  • Trombones: only one of them has a pencil, and he has to get up and sharpen it during rehearsal.
  • Baritone: probably has head phones in. No one really knows.
  • Tuba: "I can play everything down the octave. I bet I can hold this pedal tone for 11 measures without the director noticing"
  • Percussion: "my part says to play cymbal and triangle but I'm only gonna play one of them."

anonymous asked:

Hi, I was wondering if it was safe to wear a binder during marching band practice. And if it is not is there any way I could bind? I'm planning on getting a binder but I'm also in marching band so I'm just wondering.

Haruka says: 

yooo I’m a marching band nerd too!! 

if you’re talking about show band (marching based on drill on the football field since I know regional slang changes), it really depends on the tempo and the direction of your drill, as well as any visuals. If you’re doing anything that’s normal walking pace - around less than 100 bpm - you should be okay. if it’s any faster than that, you’re basically exercising, and you should never exercise while wearing a binder. 

also visuals - if you’re doing visuals that require twisting your upper body around a lot, etc. i would not bind. 

if you’re talking about regular marching band (parade drill) i would think that you should be okay, as long as the tempo is not ridiculously fast.

in addition, you might want to think about the instrument you’re playing and how much air you’ll need. I play piccolo, so it’s safe for me to bind during practice as I don’t need to use my upper body much and I don’t need a lot of air. But if you play trombone, for instance, that requires more air and moving your hands around more (i think, I don’t play trombone so this might be wildly inaccurate). 

otherwise, sports bra binding and camisole binding are two options! 

ragethesea  asked:

Do you have any Marching band AUs??

  • I basically live in the band hall during marching band season what are you doing here, this is my spot
  • you’re a newbie at band camp you look like you could use some wa-OH SHIT they fainted…and they handed me their instrument before they did it. I’m proud.
  • you almost nailed me with your flag during our program but oh hi you’re cute
  • the band director has turned the metronome all the way up. the clarinets are dying. birds are fleeing. babies are screaming. but hey you and i survived
  • “you light up my world like a piccolo lights up the sharp side of a tuner” …i play the piccolo, but i’ll let this one slide
  • we’re both drum majors and i’ve got to say the uniform looks great on you
  • shit i have a crush on my section leader
  • we’re comparing sock tans i think mine wins tbh
  • some fucker just said marching band was easy and wasn’t a sport COME FIGHT THEM WITH ME
  • impromptu dance parties when the drum line plays
  • we’re a band couple but no one knows YET. it’s only a matter of tim- oh shit how’d they find out???

-gabie

What to take to band camp

- a hat
-sunglasses
-sunscreen
-aloe
-your instrument (if you play clarinet DO NOT TAKE YOUR WOODEN CLARINET OUTSIDE. USE A PLASTIC CLARINET)
-a dot book (my school provides them)
-your music in a binder
-a tuner
-half gallon water jug
-a change of clothes
-sneakers
-healthy lunch
-pencil
-comfy clothes (exercise shorts, tank top/ tshirt, socks)

the members of an orchestra
  • violins I: we're the superstars fuck everyone else its all about us
  • violins II: why do we always get the boring parts
  • flutes: we're so lonely
  • piccolo: lol fk your ears
  • french horns: and im not even french hONHONHON BAGUETTE
  • oboes: IM SORRY I TUNED BEFORE I SWEar
  • violas: evERYONE ALWAYS FKUCING FRORGETS ABOUT US
  • trumpets: wats 'p'
  • trombones: wats quiet
  • cellos: im either boring af or exciting af and there is no in between
  • bassoons: im so posh but i really just honk like a truck
  • clarinet: *squeaks*
  • timpani: EVERYONE LOVES ME BOM BOM BOM BOM BOM BOM BOM
  • bass clarinet: lol where am i
  • tuba: *waits for a wagner piece to do something exciting*
  • harp: im just a more sophisticated piano
  • piano: FUCK YOU HARP I GET CONCERTOS WRITTEN FOR ME SCREW EVERYTHING WHO NEEDS AN ORCHESTRA WHEN YOU CAN PLAY EVERYTHING ON ME IM THE STAR OF EVERYTIHNG
  • english horn: im literally only useful for dvorak's 9th like what am even i doing here
  • basses: semibreves, tied to a semibreve, tied to a minim, tied to a crotchet, oh wait a quaver wow exciting ok back to semibreves
  • cornets: trumpet wannabe
  • cymbals: BOOM CRASH CRASH CRASH CRASH IM SRO HAPYP CRASH CRAHS
  • xylophones: am i meant to be here?
  • triangles:
  • bass drum: MY TIME TO SHINE FUCK YOU ALL
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On this day in music history: March 18, 1967 - “Penny Lane” by The Beatles hits #1 on the Billboard Hot 100 for 1 week. Written by John Lennon and Paul McCartney, it is the thirteenth US number one single for the “Fab Four”. The single is one of the first two songs (along with “Strawberry Fields Forever”) to emerge from the sessions that yields the bands landmark “Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band”. It is titled after a district near the Liverpool City Centre where Lennon had once lived as an art student. The idea for the song comes to McCartney in a dream. Recording sessions for the song will begin on December 29, 1966, with the final overdubs being recorded on January 17, 1967. Trumpet player David Mason is hired to play the songs’ signature piccolo trumpet solo after McCartney hears him playing the instrument during a television performance of Bach’s 2nd Brandenburg Concerto. For both the US and UK releases of the single (issued on February 13, 1967 in the US and February 17, 1967 in the UK), it comes packaged with a picture sleeve that features a new portrait of the band on the front, with childhood photos of each member on the back. Entering the Hot 100 at #85 on February 25, 1967, leaping to the top of the chart three weeks later. Surprisingly, the single peaks at #2 on the UK singles chart when it is held off the top by Engelbert Humperdinck’s “Release Me”. “Penny Lane” is certified Gold in the US by the RIAA.

DBZ Characters As Teachers

Goku: P.E. Teacher. Starts off rly rly hard but realizes early on that no one can keep up. Now just basically uses class time to work out while the students play in the gym. Very chill. Eating in class is allowed and encouraged as long as you bring enough for him.

Vegeta: Science teacher. Always shows up late for his own class. Spends most of the time blustering about the material, other teachers, or arguing with students. Surprisingly reasonable on the homework (because he actually hates grading it). Labs are awesomely engaging and something always blows up. 

Piccolo: History teacher. Very strict about things like cellphones and talking in class. Tendency to drone on but always available after class to explain and tutor.

Frieza: English professor. Assigns college-level work in a high school class and acts like anyone who can’t keep up is a whiny slob. Leaves sassy notes in the margins of essays and grades rly strict. 

Krillin: Math teacher. Everyone’s favorite because he seems to hate the material as much as they do. Assigns very little homework and grades even less. Spends class time chatting and trying rly hard to work student’s problems out on the board while making everyone more confused. 

Gohan: Substitute teacher. Gives harder work than the regular teacher but difficult to hate because he geeks out so hard about whatever subject he’s teaching. Also a really good tutor. 

Bulma: Vegeta’s assistant teacher (because he’s really too inept to teach himself). Knows more about the material than Vegeta but he won’t admit it and they argue throughout the entire class. 

Chichi: School nurse. Knows everyone by name and somehow makes every ailment into the result of ignoring her advice. 

Bonus: King Kai; Principle. So done with his job all the time. Responds to every crisis by blaming Goku or Vegeta to the point where no one knows how they keep their jobs. 

Instruments as Bassoons see them
  • Piccolos: 2high4me
  • Flutes: Nice and soft but do we approach or speak to them? NO.
  • Clarinet: Stop squeaking hun, it's not that hard.
  • Oboe: Fellow double reed, knows our pain, join us brothers, join our family.
  • Bassoon: So beautiful you must cry.
  • Contrabassoon: We all want to play it but only 3% of us can afford one.
  • Trumpet: STOP ATTACKING US WE ARE FRAIL AND PURE OKAY AND IT IS NOT A BONG
  • French Horn: You shouldn't even be seated next to other brass, you are to good for...peasants...such as the brass section.
  • Trombone: aforementioned peasants
  • Euphonium: You're fine and all but WHY DO WE SO OFTEN HAVE SIMILAR PARTS? WE WOULD ENJOY BEING HEARD GUYS!
  • Tubas: Foghorns. Should not exist unless they have their own part.
  • Violin: I mean, why not?
  • Viola: Vi-what nows?
  • Cello: I mean you took the time to learn tenor clef, I feel your pain we must stuck together.
  • Bass: V big. Exists. Elusive. That's all that's known.
Guide to the Orchestra:
  • Piccolo: SCREAMING
  • Flute: Every time you talk to them they just look at you like you're a piece of trash.
  • Oboe: FUCKING REEEEEDDDSSSSSS
  • English Horn: Actually I get a lot more than Dvorak 9 there's Rhapsodie Espagnole and Roman Carnival Overture and
  • E-Flat Clarinet: HIGH NOTES HIGH NOTES HIGH NOTES
  • B-Flat Clarinet: Arpeggios wheeeeee
  • Bass Clarinet: Grumbling both with their instrument and their vocal chords.
  • Bassoon: NOOOO NOT VIVALDI
  • Contrabassoon: LOW NOTES YESSSSS
  • French Horn: TUTTI PARTS YES TIME TO BLAAAASSST
  • Trumpet: FANFARE TIME doot da doot dooooooot BAP
  • Trombone: FINLANDIA YESSSS
  • Bass Trombone: FINLANDIA EXTREEEEMMMME
  • Tuba: *skips rehearsal and leaves a foghorn in their seat. Nobody notices*
  • Percussion: more like concussion lol
  • Harp: PEDALS FUKCKCJRSJJS
  • 1st Violins: oh look, the winds aren't playing, I guess it's our turn
  • 2nd Violins: GIVE US A BETTER PART
  • Viola: WHAT AM I AAAAAAAA
  • Cello: MELODY IN THE HIGH RANGE YESSSSS
  • Double Bass: JUST PLEASE GIVE US OUR OWN PART NONE OF THAT CELLO BULLSHIT
Interview: Mady

Today we’re joined by Mady. Mady is a phenomenally versatile young artist who hasn’t yet met a medium she didn’t like. She specializes in music, playing both the flute and the piccolo, though she does play other instruments as well. When she’s not making music, Mady enjoys drawing, photography, and baking. She clearly has an enormous amount of passion and enthusiasm, as you’ll soon read. My thanks to her for taking the time to participate in this interview.

WORK

Please, tell us about your art.

So I do participate in a few different artist outlets. Music is what I am most skilled in as I’ve been practicing and performing for about 10 years now. Flute and Piccolo are my main instruments, though I do occasionally mess around with others! My favorite pieces to perform are usually from a movie score or a stage musical. I love how easily the emotional flows from them since they are designed to illicit a specific emotional response from an audience while a composed piece on its own is more open to interpretation.

As for other things I do a lot whenever I have free time! I like to write, cosplay, bake, take photos, doodle, etc. Honestly most artistic outlets have become a hobby of mine even if I’m not that good at it!

What inspires you?

Gosh I feel like there are so many things. Honestly, I tend to find most inspiration in the people around me. I’ve met so many people over the years that are so dedicated and passionate about their craft that I can’t help but also want to be the best I can. That sounds so cheesy to say, but it is how I feel!

What got you interested in your field?  Have you always wanted to be an artist?

Well for music I would almost be tempted to say it was in my blood. Kind of like a destiny thing! Everyone in my family is musically inclined. I mean literally everyone. To be honest at first I very strongly strayed away from anything musical. My dad is musician and plays in a band on his off days from work so for some reason when I was a younger that caused me to shy from it.

In fifth grade I joined Orff Orchestra to get out of sitting in the gym in the morning and that was kind of the end of that line of thinking. The middle school band teachers came and did a presentation on beginning band and the rest if kind of history!

Everything else was something I picked up along the way. There was no specific moment like with music. They were hobbies that I just came to enjoy.

Do you have any kind of special or unique signature, symbol, or feature you include in your work that you’d be willing to reveal?

I can’t think of anything that really that stands out to me. I think everything I do just kind of has a look or sound to it that relates back to me in a way? Which I do think is true of most artists. There isn’t something tangible for my art; it’s more of a feeling if that makes sense?

What advice would you give young aspiring artists?

Try not to compare yourself to those around you and never give up! This is something I personally have a problem with and always need to remind myself. It’s okay not to be at the same level as someone else, no matter where they are in life. You’re allowed to go at your own pace and that isn’t a bad thing!

ASEXUALITY

Where on the spectrum do you identify?

Panromantic Asexual! (Though I’ve found I tend to lean more towards ladies than fellas)

Have you encountered any kind of ace prejudice or ignorance in your field?  If so, how do you handle it?

Mhm personally I haven’t dealt with too much as I’m not very vocal about my sexuality. It’s kind of on a need to know basis so I’d be willing to bet most people I know, excluding my friends, have no idea I’m ace. I did have a friend once brush me off and patronize me, but after talking with them they came to understand a bit better. I, of course, have also had the general stupid comments about being a plant or partaking in mitosis.

What’s the most common misconception about asexuality that you’ve encountered?

Probably that it doesn’t exist in the real world and that it’s only a “Tumblr Thing” It’s frustrating to hear because for me personally without Tumblr and the internet as a whole making information about sexuality so accessible, I wouldn’t have realized I was ace. I spent a long time confused and unsure of what was wrong with me. I never really had physical crushes and was never able to relate when my friends would point out someone and gush about how ‘hot’ they were. Tumblr helped me start looking further into terms and information and has led me to where I am today. It’s not a perfect site and definitely has its faults, but I really do think it has the potential to be a wonderful place for spreading information.

What advice would you give to any asexual individuals out there who might be struggling with their orientation?

It’s okay to be unsure and afraid. You don’t have to have all the answers. Even just recently I had to make some adjustments to how I see and refer to myself. Life is constantly a learning experience and that’s okay! Have fun being yourself!! No one else can do it better!

Finally, where can people find out more about your work?

I post anything I create that I’m proud of on Tumblr at venasven. Any and all of my cosplays and photography can be found on Instagram at the same name! Venasven!

Thank you, Mady, for participating in this interview and this project. It’s very much appreciated.

accurate description of my band
  • Flutes: We never shut up and we don't know what a tuner is or what a key signature is. Honestly what am I doing here
  • Piccolo: Haha fuck you
  • Oboe: Lmao where am I
  • Bassoon: I'm flat as hell but my dick's not
  • Clarinets: WE'RE SO GOOD *fucks up a run* WE'RE SO FUCKING GOOD LIKE YOU CAN'T EVEN HANDLE US *squeaks*
  • Bass Clarinets: We're the best honestly and we can play higher than the clarinets and that's saying something
  • Saxophones: I don't even know why i'm here
  • Tenor saxophones: WHAT THIS INSTRUMENT IS IN Bb???? SINCE WHEN??? DUDE...
  • Baritone Saxophones: We're also the best. No reason. We just are.
  • Trumpets: Everyone hates us and we're the reason people hate band haha also headaches are our specialty. You're welcome.
  • Trombones: We're actually pretty good not gonna lie
  • Euphoniums: ...
  • Tubas: Look at this piece it's just the same quarter note all the way through hell yeah this is tough
  • French horns: Hahhahhhahahahaaahhahah what? Huh?
  • Percussion: What are we trying to accomplish
Let’s talk about Foreign Card Types


I’ve played a lot of Collectible Card Games over the years. Some I’ve only poked at, some I’ve played seriously, and some have consumed my life and warped my very being around them. Many of them have taken lessons from Magic, some more obviously than others, and many of them are off in their own direction. While each card game has its own unique traits, and I’m certainly not going to get into deep pros and cons, one thing that guides gameplay in different directions even among similar rulesets is card types. In Magic, we have eight vintage legal card types (one of which does nothing and two sets of which are mechanically very similar), and six card types for supplemental products.

Today, I’m going to take some time to look at some card types from other games I’ve played that are either unused or underused in Magic: the Gathering and talk about how they might be successfully implemented. We’ll get right into it after the break.

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Flute/piccolo followers, do any of you know what piece of music this is from or what tempo it should be played at? My orchestra director gave it to us to play for a seating audition, but he didn’t give us a title, composer, or tempo marking 😫

My FAVORITE MOMENTS FROM EP 102

Ok so you guys don’t know how much I LOVED this episode it has basically shown everyone what we see in 17 and now everyone is jumping on his train but we are THE OG fans who knew he was the deal since android saga !! 

First, look at this cute expression of his xD “did i do something wrong ?” lol he looks so confused but 17 you did the right damn thing trust me, but he’s so cool and chill and didn’t even care when some were “schooling” him.

Also this part !!! 17′s confidence strikes again ! it’s not really cockiness anymore 17 is now a confident warrior instead of the cocky kid he was in android saga days, he now worked for his strength he realize his advantages and not only is he strong but he’s shown us that he’s a smart fighter too.

Also this part made me LOL !! honestly this is how i imagined 17 would look like after a long day of work and his children bothering him like “what ?” 

also loved the part with him and 18.

AND THEN THIS !!!!!! 17 decides to go serious and we know it’s no joke anymore ! his theme starts playing and the way he trashed that dracula chick was badass !!! she didn’t see anything coming !!! also the way he called her a “nuisance” while kicking her friend in the jaw was just so him xD

Finally my favorite part !! this was everything i wanted to see from 17, he showcased raw strength and new techniques but he also used his brain !! i feel like people underrestimate how smart he is as a fighter !! 17 fought Piccolo in cell saga and Piccolo is a strategist but Piccolo never outsmarted him, now 17 obviously got much stronger but he is also showing signs of a strategist, also mentioning how he studied her fighting style like 17 just stop being so amazing please !! lol or don’t !!!! anyway it was an EPIC moment. and i’m so proud of him ! we all are right ?

I also liked Krillin saying “That’s our 17′ eventhough they barely interacted yet i enjoyed Krilin fanboying over his brother in law/

I liked the bit of him getting down looking so proud of himself xD you might not see it but i swear inside he’s enjoying it.