I HATE PACKING SO HERES MY FACE INSTEAD
A World Alone // Lorde
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.
This is the result. And it makes me laugh every single time.
It tries to be so dramatic but it just falls flat. Love it.
I’ve reblogged this numerous amount of times
This is my “getting out of bed in the morning” themesong
STORYTIME (in which Dal ruins another perfectly good post)
When I was in my mid-teens, I went on a music tour abroad with a hundred and some other high school musicians. Not all from my school. But my band director (I knew him because he taught my sister oboe and saxophone and you don’t NOT know Mr. _____, okay) was the guy who organized most of it.
We would leave our hotels at 6:30, 7:00 AM. And for a high schooler during summer vacation, this time of day is an unthinkable time to leave because you need to be ON THE BUS at least 10 minutes beforehand to be safe.
So picture this: 48 exhausted teenagers trying desperately to go back to sleep propped against windows, seatmates, the seats in front of them, their backpacks, the bathroom door. And then.
And. Then. And then Mr. _____ puts his “wake up CD” into the player. This Wake-up CD was a recording of a group of former professional musicians who had not touched their instruments in 10 years.
Yes. That was the requirement to be in this symphony. You had to have not touched your instrument in 10 years, and Thus Spake Zarathustra was one of the songs. This piece will haunt me until I die.
There I was, 15 years old, propped against the window when suddenly, BOM (bom) BOM (b0m) BOM (boM) BOM (b00m0) blaaaA4T…
I’m like, “no…please not…”
"anything but this"
blaaa4-BLAAAAAAKA[horrible farting noise]FALFOAFGDTTTTT
And so on and so forth. Thank you so much for bringing back that memory; I thought I’d successfully purged it. Thanks. Thank you.