Random thought
They had a high school band at the graduation ceremony playing all the common songs for all the graduates.
I watched the band for a few minutes and leaned over to my brother and whispered a sort of rhetorical question of 'how does one person come to the conclusion that they want to play the cymbals?' *
I mean, you can't whip out a tune when you're inspired to write, can you?
Can you play a song for your friend and say "hey! check it out...what song is this?"
"uuuuh....i don't know??"
"Bob Seger, you moron...God!"
How do you warm up? Do you slam them together a few times and then you're ready? I wonder what the sheet music looks like...
My brother bought a beautiful violin on ebay for $45. Now, THAT'S a sweet instrument...
(*apologizing WAY in advance if I've insulted someone...a bad that comes with blogging your thoughts)
I did run today. 3 laps. Only stopped twice. THAT'S amazing. I fell asleep at 7:40 last night, crawled in to bed at 8:30 and woke up at 5am. how's that for lame? I totally kicked my toe on the silver slidey thing that the shower door slides on this morning and that fucker is STILL hurting. oh God. why does it get more and more painful until it's searing through your whole body before it finally subsides in to a dull throbbing feeling?
Tonight is the concert in the park.
I'm having wine.
I watched the band for a few minutes and leaned over to my brother and whispered a sort of rhetorical question of 'how does one person come to the conclusion that they want to play the cymbals?' *
I mean, you can't whip out a tune when you're inspired to write, can you?
Can you play a song for your friend and say "hey! check it out...what song is this?"
"uuuuh....i don't know??"
"Bob Seger, you moron...God!"
How do you warm up? Do you slam them together a few times and then you're ready? I wonder what the sheet music looks like...
My brother bought a beautiful violin on ebay for $45. Now, THAT'S a sweet instrument...
(*apologizing WAY in advance if I've insulted someone...a bad that comes with blogging your thoughts)
I did run today. 3 laps. Only stopped twice. THAT'S amazing. I fell asleep at 7:40 last night, crawled in to bed at 8:30 and woke up at 5am. how's that for lame? I totally kicked my toe on the silver slidey thing that the shower door slides on this morning and that fucker is STILL hurting. oh God. why does it get more and more painful until it's searing through your whole body before it finally subsides in to a dull throbbing feeling?
Tonight is the concert in the park.
I'm having wine.
posted by Tanya Kristine at 7:01 PM
16 Comments:
Or how do people come into playing the cowbell or the triangle? But the question we should be asking ourselves is...how did these folks find a way to get paid to do this in a band? so I know I can't really be insulting anyone at this point!
p.s. saw your comment on bug's butt, felt you deserved a visit and a comment!
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Man, bathing can really be dangerous .
As a former marching band participant (not by choice, my stupid school required marching band of anyone who wanted to participate in concert band during the school year) I can tell you that percussionists are cross-trained on many different percussion instruments. They’re multi-talented. Also, since percussion is a much more important section for marching than regular concert band, and woodwinds the other way around, it is not uncommon for flute and clarinet players to find themselves re-assigned to the lower-skill percussive instruments such as the cymbals and the cowbell. More than you ever really wanted to know about marching band I’m sure.
Enjoy the wine - it's not that bad for you - trust me. I'll be having Ouzo tonight in spirit of my big FAT GREEK dinner tonight.
crap. i hope i didn't offend you. i really had no idea they were CROSS TRAINED!! I just thought that's the only "instrument" they trained wiht...my bad.
ouzo...ouch. no coincidene that those words are similar...
easy back, GGG. i don't want you blogging about how many colors puke can have.
Hi Tanya, I left a comment after your comment on my site, but wanted to say thanks again for visiting and have a great one! You have a terrific, circle of blogger friends :)
Ewww, Ouzo! Anything black licorice flavored should be banned. Please pass the wine...
I played the drums in my highschool band. There were so many people playing drums that, sometimes, I ended up playing just one percussion instrument-like cymbals.
I agree, you can't really play someone a song on the cymbals. Now, the tambourine, that's a different story.
Wirthy - you are so GD funny. true talent. have you called SNL? they need some help.
Mona - I shall be a regular visitor...
shan - agreed. and jaegeraseemister & goldschlager need to go too
i ALWAYS hit my toe/foot/elbow/whatever on our porcelain tub! that sucker HURTS!
my husband says he wants to buy me a cello. i would LOVE to play the cello!
Ouzo reminds me of my bacchelorette party . . . and the sweaty fat greek man that was present at said party.
cello is cool. i play piano, i bought my boyfriend a flute, my bro has a violin..hmmm...a Blogger Band in the future perhaps?
i have a harmonica and took 2 years of classical guitar lessons (not that any of it stuck--i can't play anything on that thing!)
i say blogger band it is. i was also in choir for 8 years, so i could be a back up singer or something. i could do-wop.
i was planning a band at my office once. a "loving" co-worker (a pair of quotes for anyone who visited my blog last week, wink wink) said that i should play the tambourine, since, "the fat girl always plays the tambourine." thank you. no really, thank you. i've no mirrors, and i'd not noticed i'm fat. preesh.
that being said. i am considering taking guitar lessons during my indefinate redunancy, so sign me up for the band.
Could one be demoted from drums to cymbals? What about the people who are playing instruments such as triangles and the like? Do they have to pay their dues before moving up to another instrument?
Chris
Deliberate Chaos
Does microsoft make a keyboard that types only in Ghetto slang?
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