I just watched the EP where Cyborg builds a car and it gets stolen, and as he mopes about it, he mentions he put his heart, soul, and circuits into it. In a rare moment of empathy, Raven said when she moves something, she puts part of her soul into it. It’s a part of her, she’s a part of it. Something hit me from those lines.
This is how I feel about instruments when I’m playing certain things. I may say that I hate my school issued horn, being so low quality and broken compared to my expensive intermediate Yamaha, when I’m caught up in a song, you’re hearing my soul going through the instrument. Now, maybe quarter notes or a boring part of a new song might not have that quality, but when you really feel music, that’s what it is.
It doesn’t matter if you have a $400 banged up, ugly horn. When I did honor’s band, I played more expressively that I ever have. Ammerland will forever be important to me.
This is why Zelda and Maka (Sousaphone, personal euph) are so important to me. I put a lot of feeling into my playing, and I love these horns to death, and the upcoming seasons will be something I’ll always cherish. That’s one of the most fulfilling things about being a musician.
I have an intermediate level euphonium, I’ve been playing brass instruments for 6 years, and this is what my dad says upon seeing my new horn.
Why not ask for… I dunno, something that an intermediate level euphonium player, who spent a long time working towards mastering an amazing instrument and learned treble and bass clefs, to play something that’s not at a 5th grade level?
I don’t even HAVE Jingle Bells, and I won’t look through my old book 1 to find it.
In the last few years I posted about how this holiday got more and more depressing every year. It just gets more and more suckish as you get older.
The hauls get less satisfying. You get mean looks from old people because you’re “too old” for candy when I’m the age where I need sugar damn well more than those snotty 5 year olds.
Last year I was on the internet for half of the night, handed out for the other half.
This year, I handed out for 20 minutes, wearin no weather appropriate clothes and no shoes. I failed to make plans for today out of sheer business.
And the neighborhood gets worse every year as well. My elementary school days had these blocks alive with kids everywhere, very few houses didn’t give out candy. Now, looking around, few houses do. And less and less kids show up each year.
Talking about how much suck last year was, my mom mentioned that most of the kids around here arrive by car, saying their neighborhoods are too dangerous to go trick or treating.
It’s sad. This year, I’m mostly ignoring the holiday’s existence to avoid the melancholy of last year.
We still have a parade and a select band performance left for marching, but after that, I get to euph it out.
We have a lot of switchovers in concert band, I guess our directors finally decided to pay attention in balance and instrumentation, instead of telling the underrepresented low brass to play louder when we have a million reeds.
As far as I know, 2 trumpets are goin to horn in F (I refuse to say the “French word”), a trumpet and a clarinet to trombone, our marching euph switchovers might be joining me, and we have a trumpet and a (dig this) percussionist (bass drum) to tuba.
I hope the low brass switchovers stick with it for marching next year. Starting pep band season, the tubas are gonna be amazing. The 2 of us couldn’t really play tuba fanfares, as they have 3 parts. I can’t wait to hit the crowd with that sonic boom.
My new euphonium, Maka, is gonna stay at home until the week of or before performances, she’s a really expensive horn and she has to look flawless at least through college.
I’ll be playing on my shitty horn until listed conditions, bringing my new mouthpiece between instruments.
[For my newer followers- There’s a guy who has a crush on me. I was never cool with him, even before he turned out bi. He’s just a creeper that follows me and my friends around, and now is he not only in a stalker relationship with me. Also, he annoyed the fuck outta me the one time I went to anime club. He has a girlfriend. That fucking disgusts me. She deserves so much better. I would completely ruin this guy’s life, but that’s mean and I won’t do that without being provoked. That should be enough backstory.]
Well, that guy is just getting on my nerves with his facebook stuff. He so happens to be named after the city, Cleveland.
He just posted a status claiming he’s actually from Japan.
<.< A guy named Cleveland, from Cleveland, African- American, and he’s from Japan. Fucking Weeaboo. People like these slander the reputation of us normal anime fans.
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Maybe I should troll him. I didn’t unfriend, so I could fuck with his day.