Yes. I can finally sleep with 64.76% of peace and smile without looking like an American Horror Story character.
Bless you with daisy petals.
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
Oh man, so I play trombone, and we got this piece called Florentiner Marsch by Julius Fucik, and we saw this
which is 8 fortes. We were shocked until,
that is 24 fortes who the fuck does that
Who does that?
This guy. Take a good look - that is the moustache of a man with nothing to lose.
More like Julius Fuckit
I think it’s amazing that there is a “nichts für lauwarmduscher” written above the ffffffff which is German and translates as “nothing for people who shower lukewarm” and means nothing for weak people…
Go all out or go home xD *dead*
nope. These aren’t tears. I just have something in my eye you know? like a twig or branch or squirrel or something! ;___; it’s just… I don’t know. Reading these words which feel so so genuine make me feel extremely important and honestly I’m such a strange and anxious person I’m really not used to feeling “important” I mean… oh God I’m actually speechless!! it’s one of the best feelings in this world, knowing that you make such a difference or are considered so special to someone even if we haven’t met them in person. Tum meri sabse favorite ho! bless your soul, Mivi! :’) ♥
you inspire me
you give me so much strength
you give me so much love
you motivate me
you remind me how beautiful life is
you are like the sunshine
you are the roshini I needed in my life
you are like a soul sister
you love the same way I do
you are just like me
your personality and character remind me of myself
your beauty makes everything ok
you are one of the sweetest girls I’ve ever met
you have that beautiful smile I’d die for
I have many more reasons why I love you
(I’m sorry I’m a lazyass ohh…)
Lost Words by Michael Faudet
Conceal. Don’t feel.
Don’t let them know.