amare-habeo:

Henri le Sidaner (French, 1862-1939) - La Table près de la Fenêtre, Reflets, 1922
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amare-habeo:

Henri le Sidaner (French, 1862-1939) - La Table près de la Fenêtre, Reflets, 1922

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johncougar:

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papauera:

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This was recorded by the Portsmouth Sinfonia in an experiment where all the members of the orchestra would swap instruments with each other and attempt to play them to the best of their ability.

favorite things about this

  • literally all the brass starts to get the hang of it and then the crescendos happen and everyone is like FUCK FUCK FUCK??? FUCK. JUST. BLOW RLY HARD.
  • the strings are lazy but also the same. like u can tell a lot of the ppl w/ the stringed instruments may already basically know how to play stringed instruments. like there’s definitely a section at the beginning where you hear a good portion going “oh yeah this is like. a smaller/bigger version of what i do.”
  • all you hear of any woodwinds is just “pffffttt??? pFFFTTTT???? PFFFFFTTTT I SAID PFFFFTTTT!!!!!” bc woodwinds are fucking HARD and you hear after like the first crescendo half of them just give up. they give up. they’re done. fuck this it tastes weird and my lips hurt.
  • that trumpet. that person is fucking TRYING man they fucking GOT this. they may not have figured out notes but they figured out LOUD and they GOT this.

I JUST DIED

I SEARCHED THIS POST FOR AGES OH MY GOD

lol oh yeah. And percussion person is like, fuck this shit is easy… oh wait, shit I missed my mark. Should I be banging now? Just bang with the beat and it’s all good.

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equine-ess:

stillisstarlight:

big eyes & nickers for baby 

“that came out of me?”

equine-ess:

stillisstarlight:

big eyes & nickers for baby 

that came out of me?”


You see, Mrs. Higgins, apart from the things one can pick up, the difference between a Lady and a flower girl is not how she behaves but how she is treated.

You see, Mrs. Higgins, apart from the things one can pick up, the difference between a Lady and a flower girl is not how she behaves but how she is treated.

happy 49th birthday joanne rowling! [31 july 1965]

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We’re a strange pair, aren’t we?