hey, so at an audition for college, the trumpet professor talked to me about a guy named Don Greene. This guy has studied the psychology behind performing to help people who get nervous (like me). I thought I just might share this to help other people who may get really nervous when performing for people.
so this is my marching band. We have 13 members in the drumline, 8 in pit, 24 HORNS (thats one sousa, one baritone (me), one mellophone, 11 saxs, 3 trumpets, i cant remember how many clarinets and fluteS), and 9 colorguard. that was my marching band expierence. i was just wondering what the other band geeks marching bands look like - so i can sit here behind my computer and be jealous of all of you
I hate how people naturally assume that I’m in orchestra just because I’m Asian. One guy (an orch dork) asked me once, “Do people call you an Asian fail because you’re in band?” Seriously, people can be so stereotypical and racist sometimes.
But what really annoys me is that they’re always surprised when they learn that I’m first chair flute in the varsity band of my school.
I don't understand the picture you posted saying, "I trouble clef D G A F." I read music everyday, music major... I don't understand. Please explain.
IDGAF = I don’t give a fuck.
(This isn’t one of those situations where I actually mean what I just said. Like when a little kid asks what the last vowel is and you say “Y” and he says because he wants to know but you didn’t say “why” you said “y” and… yeah.)
Today I found out that for the 7 years I’ve been playing the clarinet, my whole family has been lying to me. For the 4 years that my mother actually showed support for this career I want to take, she only did it to 1) shut me up 2) she was using it as a tool to get me into college, and well my dad? he always hated it, always will. My sisters, the people I thought supported me, especially leila-grace, they went along with it to shut me up too.
That is so fucking cruel. I hear it now—my other sister cranks up her crappy music to full blast, my mom retreats to her room to sleep, my father puts the tv on full blast. Why the fuck would you do that to me. For seven fucking years, only to hear, only to see, that none of you give a fucking damn what I do.
Ok yeah, I think that you’re an awesome person who should still pursue your love of music. Your family doesn’t like it? SCREW THAT BUDDY. I admire your perseverance. Maybe one day your family will support you but for now, me and all those people who went through the same thing do. Keep on rocking Lea.
Today, while we were sight reading some pieces of music, my pencil fell over & I casually bent over to pick it up. However, I was too lazy to put my tuba down & pick it up again, so I had it in my lap while I did so. Baaaad move. Part of my jacket caught onto the tubing & it slipped out of my hand for a few seconds. When it went down, I felt like I was being choked. Thankfully, it didn’t fall, and I caught it. Mr. Wright would’ve put me in a wood chipper & fed me to the janitors if it did…