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rhazade-waterbender:

il-tenore-regina:

rhazade-waterbender:

il-tenore-regina:

I WANT THIS NOW. 

I noticed you tagged this “cellos,” but it seems to have a chin rest?
ETA:  Someone in the notes is saying it’s actually a viola.

OMG I feel so silly. I have no idea why I tagged it as cello. I didn’t even see the chin rest. I think it’s because I have a cello and I dunno why I thought this was some sort of smaller, superimposed cello when it’s…not. Lol. 
*smacks hand* Bad musician. Bad. 

If it’s any consolation, my automatic thought was “violin.”
…oh, hell, now I want to start playing again, and it’s been years and it needs new strings.

yee boiii
*violist here saying legit bitchin viola*

rhazade-waterbender:

il-tenore-regina:

rhazade-waterbender:

il-tenore-regina:

I WANT THIS NOW. 

I noticed you tagged this “cellos,” but it seems to have a chin rest?

ETA:  Someone in the notes is saying it’s actually a viola.

OMG I feel so silly. I have no idea why I tagged it as cello. I didn’t even see the chin rest. I think it’s because I have a cello and I dunno why I thought this was some sort of smaller, superimposed cello when it’s…not. Lol. 

*smacks hand* Bad musician. Bad. 

If it’s any consolation, my automatic thought was “violin.”

…oh, hell, now I want to start playing again, and it’s been years and it needs new strings.

yee boiii

*violist here saying legit bitchin viola*

Reblogged from nprfreshair  225 notes

nprfreshair:

From NPR’s All Things Considered:

Have you ever wondered whether music conductors actually influence their orchestras?

They seem important. After all, they’re standing in the middle of the stage and waving their hands. But the musicians all have scores before them that tell them what to play. If you took the conductor away, could the orchestra manage on its own?

A new study aims to answer this question. Yiannis Aloimonos, of the University of Maryland, and several colleagues recruited the help of orchestral players from Ferrara, Italy.

They installed a tiny infrared light at the tip of an (unnamed) conductor’s baton. They also placed similar lights on the bows of the violinists in the orchestra. The scientists then surrounded the orchestra with infrared cameras.

[Read more here]

You know, I always felt like our conductors lent a LOT to the orchestras I’ve been in, in both good and bad ways…but in the end, if we’d been conducted by an epileptic dog on the night of our concerts, it wouldn’t have made any difference.

The difference comes when the conductor works with the orchestra while learning the piece.

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sorenbowie:

If you are a fan of Andrew Bird there is a very good chance you will like Kishi Bashi. If you don’t know who Andrew Bird is, you will still probably like Kishi Bashi, and probably Andrew Bird too.

Ignoring the fact that I’m quite surprised Soren Bowie would be the one to introduce me to new artists that I actually quite like, I love this song. And Kishi Bashi, for that matter, at least from what I’ve been able to get on Spotify. I’ve been in a quite fast-beat/heavy metal mood lately, but Kishi Bashi is so damn good. I may just have a weakness for heavily-orchestrated modern music. Whatever.

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andyb424:

I love folk music from around the world. I’ve never really liked American folk music though. Boban is really talented and his style is totally different than anything in the west.

I appreciate (and actually rather enjoy as ambient music) Boban and Marko Markovic’s folk music, but I think their strength (especially Marko’s) is in fusion. Cinnamon Girl, Go Marko Go, Dzumbas Funk, and Sina Nari are some of the best folk fusion pieces ever, in my opinion. Well, at least when it comes to non-African stuff.

  • Track: Devojacxka Igra
  • Artist: Boban Marković Orkestar
  • Album: Hani Rumba
  • Plays: 20
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atheistinspiration:

Don’t you hate it when someone exists who fills the exact same life niche as you but does everything way better and is actually attractive?

I had this exact problem with a girl I knew who I was in orchestra with. She had redder hair, she was way thinner, she had more freckles, she was a better violist, and she even had the same freaking name as me.

Then I found out she was a born-again Christian and didn’t begrudge her any of what she had. I don’t know why, but I felt an intense sense of pity towards her, especially when she would talk about things from such an intentionally ignorant viewpoint. She would talk about her born-again experience, and all I could hear was how she intentionally deluded herself and forced herself to leave the sciences she liked and was just beginning to understand behind to only pursue an asshole sky-fairy. I never understood her reasoning, I don’t care what it is at this point (haven’t talked to her in over 5 years), but she’s one of the few born-again twits that I felt true pity for, not just disgust and contempt.

remember to remember me, standing still in your past, floating fast like a hummingbird

His goal in life was to be an echo
The type of sound that floats around and then back down
Like a feather
But in the deep chrome canyons of the loudest Manhattans
No one could hear him
Or anything

So he slept on a mountain
In a sleeping bag underneath the stars
He would lie awake and count them
And the gray fountain spray of the great Milky Way
Would never let him
Die alone

There used to be this girl in the state orchestra with me. She had the same name. Played viola better. Had redder hair. Had more freckles. Was thinner. Had better grades. Was more “pure”. More religious. More “friendly”.
I envied her with a burning disgust for about a month. That was before I realized that she was a hag with a bitch streak who, thanks to her “born again” nature, would grow old never knowing what the world truly is, and would waste her life trying to achieve an afterlife that’s not waiting for her. Then I just felt sorry for her.
This is what you get, kids. Make the best of it.

There used to be this girl in the state orchestra with me. She had the same name. Played viola better. Had redder hair. Had more freckles. Was thinner. Had better grades. Was more “pure”. More religious. More “friendly”.

I envied her with a burning disgust for about a month. That was before I realized that she was a hag with a bitch streak who, thanks to her “born again” nature, would grow old never knowing what the world truly is, and would waste her life trying to achieve an afterlife that’s not waiting for her. Then I just felt sorry for her.

This is what you get, kids. Make the best of it.