"Jägerlied" means "Song with Mushrooms", right?
I fund playing the horn these days to be basically unmitigated torture as regaining anything like a decent sound (to my ears) would require rebuilding muscle tone in my embouchure through near-daily practice over several months which is not going to happen. From the age of 8 to 20 I never thought about attaining a basically good tone and solid intonation, I just took those for granted and worked from that base. So depressing to start at the bottom of that hill, even if everyone around you is saying you sound great - not to me, I don't. Easier on me psychologically to just work on a different instrument and skip the heartache, much to my child's regret.
On the video, I was predisposed not to like that song because I'd already read something about which other pop singer he was singing about and that seemed unnecessarily jerky. Also just having a bleep in the middle of the chorus is weird, if not really his fault since it's not the same big deal in the UK.
1: It means Song with Fratboys with Alcohol Poisoning, I think.
Who is he singing about? I had no idea.
A friend of mine got a baby grand player piano, some sort of fancy digital contraption. He bought it used, because he's super frugal. I think the expensive part had to have been getting it delivered to his apartment--a 3rd-floor walkup. I think he had it lifted up through his huge windows.
Muscle memory is fun for me on piano--the few things I learned to play, I can basically still play though it was ages ago. Last time I got out the viola I wondered why the same thing wasn't true and concluded that actually it was; I was just an even worse violist than I remembered.
It's really fun to dabble in that space where you have an instinct for how to move your body (or fingers), and it's faster than your thinking brain can think.
Oh hey I just got to experience a version of this. Went to an all-day singing where suddenly the whole shape note concept wasn't kind of perversely complicating and I was just sitting there reading through songs I would have had to sit silently for, six months ago. It was really great.
We have a reasonably nice piano that no one plays. Neither of the kids liked it enough to keep up with lessons after three or four years, so it gathers dust. I keep on thinking that I should start playing again, but despite maybe six or seven years of lessons when I was a kid (a) I never liked it, and (b) was never any good at it, which makes the idea seem pointless other than as justifying the existence of the piano.
It holds up a small lamp and a couple of framed pictures very nicely.
6: Ellie Goulding, who dumped/whatevered him for a member of One Direction, which would probably make a person feel bad about himself I guess.
When I do get to play violin nowadays I feel like I do it better in certain ways than I did as a teen, though there's a ton of creakiness. Once Selah's a little bigger, I do want to practice. I should probably learn to play the piano a little. They like that I can pick out songs, but I don't have anything like proper technique.
Oh hey essear-who-got-me-into-The-Good-Wife, here is a question in rot13 just because all the kids are doing it. It doesn't actually have any major spoilers in it.
Qvqa'g lbh svaq gur zbfg erprag rcvfbqr gb xvaq bs ehva gur punenpgre bs Ryforgu? Fur vf bar bs zl snibevgrf, ohg jura gurl punatrq ure sebz "bqq naq oevyyvnag" vagb "sybevqyl zragnyyl vyy va bireyl yvgrenyyl qrcvpgrq jnlf" V fgnegrq yvxvat ure yrff.
I'm really torn on piano lessons. My mom's methodology was to have awful near-daily fights about it for all of k-12 with all three of us, and produce semi-competent musicians. I can't figure out any other way to produce semi-competence.
I can't figure out any other way to produce semi-competence.
Practice for 5,000 hours.
10: oh. Well, I mean it's not like they were both on tour.
They were staying on the same fucking hotel floor.
And he wasn't looking for a promise or commitment.
But it was never just fun and he thought she was different.
Yeah, Sally has a friend whose father is a professional pianist (he has this astonishingly retro job playing background music in a club in Midtown. And does other stuff, but that) and she is astonishingly good herself (in the possible professional career category, or was the last time I knew anything about her piano-ing in detail), but she got good by his forcing her to practice two hours a day. If you care enough about music, it's worth making your kids do that, I guess, but I know that I don't.
Which is kind of a shame -- people who get semi-good seem to have a lot of fun with it -- but I couldn't hack the constant conflict.
11: yes, that was a misstep. The show often does "quirky" humor that is actually pretty annoying (anything pregnancy-related -- and there's actually been quite a bit of this over the years -- would be in this category).
5000/13 years = 384.61 hours per year. Ugh.
I guess I'm only a quarter-competent.
11.2: Yes! In fact, I thought the most recent episode was kind of inept all around.
My wife is starting to look into music classes for Mr. 2. I'm not musical myself, so I'm not really sold on the virtue of it. I sort of feel like I'll support it as long as he enjoys it, but I have no interest in applying pressure to do so.
It's a difficult situation, I suppose. You need to put in a lot of hours, young, if you want to be a serious classical musician, and yet it seems cruel to make kids do it.* I've heard some classical musicians talk about the fact that they really did genuinely love it, from a very young age, so the hours of practice were sometimes a chore, but basically something they wanted to do. But for every one like that, there must be dozens [hundreds?] who didn't take to it, and had to play anyway.
My wife had music lessons for years as a kid, and went to her local conservatory. Not glamorous. It was for teenagers, not aspiring pros, I think. But that has left her with a life-long hatred of music practice.
I didn't start playing guitar until my teens, and if someone offered me the chance to practice for 2 hours a day, I'd jump at it. I've had phases when I practiced more than that, but during thesis-hell, and now with the baby, I don't play much.
* less important for jazz, and not at all important for pop/rock, though.
I've no idea how many hours I've practiced in my life, though. I've played for about 23 years. The first 3 years, I probably did 2 hours a day or more. Then the next 10, maybe 15 minutes a day, with the odd burst of serious practice. I had a phase when I was learning classical guitar and taking music exams in my late 20s, when I played 2 -3 hours a day. Now, I maybe get one or two hours a week.
Comes to something like 5,000 - 6,000 hours, I guess.
21: Something else that will take 5000 hours.
Which is nowhere near enough to get serious about playing jazz (and semi-serious about playing classical) guitar.
16: Do you mean the stuff with Marilyn Garbanza? That was pretty dumb. The stuff with Martha Plimpton was funny though. Or maybe that was just mother stuff and not pregnancy. I can't remember.
20 the Russia plot was certainly a clunker. I did like getting to watch Alicia tell off Peter.
Also as long as I'm blathering, they no longer have any clue what to do with Kalinda beyond oh look she's bisexual.
We have a piano. I don't know its orientation beyond upright.
Fortunately, possession is only theoretical. It's in somebody else's house.
28: Yeah, for a show that generally seems unusually aware of internet traditions, the technology stuff all seemed weird and implausible this week. Seeing Alicia tell off Peter was nice, but the strength of Peter's reaction to the idea of Finn introducing her seemed off to me. The Elsbeth thing was awful, since she was always one of my favorite characters. And the bit with Diane and the lease seemed kind of out of the blue. All around, it just felt like an episode written by someone who had only kind of halfway watched everything that happened up to now.
About 20 years ago, a neighbor of mine invited me to join her informal choral group. on the basis of my speaking voice. One thing has led to another. I'm now in at least 3 choirs in the course of a year, and seem to keep improving. It helps that I have a broad range, and can sing any of the men's parts.
I never took any vocal music courses, ever. I was in choir at church as a teenager, so I did have some background, but not like instrumental where I was praticing–clarinet–all through school.
And it's changed my ear and preference for music, which is now much more focused on vocal compositions, lieder and art songs generally, plus choral symphonies. The more I sing the more I hear.
29: Yeah, you may not know this slightly spoilery thing but: Nepuvr Cnawnov vf yrnivat gur fubj, naq vs guvf jrrx jnf ercerfragngvir bs gur xvaq bs Xnyvaqn cybgf jr'er tbvat gb or trggvat abj znlor gung'f n tbbq guvat.
About 20 years ago, a neighbor of mine invited me to join her informal choral group. on the basis of my speaking voice. One thing has led to another.
"Dear Penthouse,
I never thought this would happen to me...."
Our older kid recently started piano lessons. His teacher is an older woman who is into bribing, so he comes home with a million Skittles*--so he looks forward to it all week. No idea how it will go when he actually has to practice, but I'm also willing to bribe him. Music and swimming are the two things I'm going to force them to do for at least a few years, and they can give it up later if they want; but there's no substitute for an early start and real training, and both are things that can be lifelong gifts.
*To the dye in which of course he's allergic.
Fucking swimming lessons. Those have been a horrible failure so far.
Maybe it's because I'm not from a UMC upbringing, but I can't really imagine forcing a young kid to practice anything. I started playing the violin in fifth grade, which was probably too late to have had any hope of ever being any good at it, and I enjoyed it for a while and then mostly stopped. I also took art lessons for a while around the same time. My parents never insisted that I practice anything, so I had fun dabbling in various things and then stopped doing them when I lost interest or hit a plateau. Even as it was, my mom took some flak from friends of hers who thought my academic performance and extracurricular activities meant that she was pushing me too hard.
Nepuvr Cnawnov vf yrnivat gur fubj, naq vs guvf jrrx jnf ercerfragngvir bs gur xvaq bs Xnyvaqn cybgf jr'er tbvat gb or trggvat abj znlor gung'f n tbbq guvat.
Napier Gnawnoff: new available pseud.
Forcing kids to take music lessons can really be awful. I had to take music lessons from early elementary school through junior high, which means until my parents gave up on forcing me. It was pretty openly a 'I didn't get to so you have to' thing on their part* (that was literally what they said about it). And it took a long time for them to realize that I really wasn't going to have lifelong regrets about not being miserable for several hours a week. For people with basically no musical talent at all it really is awful. I managed by watching the teacher and then mimicking their hand motions, mostly.
*I'm pretty sure that parenting can be divided between that and 'I had to so you do to'.
I managed by watching the teacher and then mimicking their hand motions, mostly.
We could play duets!
I will always love my piano teacher for spontaneously asking my parents, without (intentional) prompting from me, if I could please stop taking lessons, because nothing good was happening or going to happen. (I don't mind having taken the lessons in retrospect -- on occasion it's been nice to know some basic music theory, like what a key is. But I certainly didn't ever give anyone a moment's pleasure by playing the piano.)
39: With kids (by which I mean "with my kids"), taking up an instrument is like buying them a puppy because they promise they'll take care of it. They want to play an instrument, and then they swear up and down that they'll practice, and then they don't unless we nag them endlessly.
Zardoz is playing the Bouzouki and taking Sepak Takraw lessons and that's final. If she gets good, fine, if not, well, not much competition locally.
44: At least with a puppy, you can send them to a farm.
NVFVZUO the only instrument I could be persuaded to stick with was the euphonium, which to be completely honest did not leave me with a terribly solid musical foundation. Making music theory at community college was maybe more relevant to my adult interests.
Young children love drums. Give them drums.
I was confusing "bouzouki" with "buzkashi". Maybe Zardoz could do that too?
True maybe buzkashi would be better than Sepak takraw. It's important to have assonant hobbies.
Oh man, totally agree with the comments re: latest episode of The Good Wife. I did not appreciate what they did to Elspeth, at all. (Plus, when are they going to use Matthew Goode's gorgeousness to full effect? Get him into SOMEONE's bedroom, stat.)
I don't mind what they're doing with Kalinda at the moment too much, after the absolutely awful Scott Porter/crazy husband subplots of yesteryear.
On topic: I wish I was good at music, because I grew up surrounded by musical people, but I am just not, even after years of practice. I can't imagine forcing a kid to do something they didn't particularly like after having seen what it is like when a child genuinely loves and enjoys music. (Though of course I could see trying to encourage a kid to keep going through boring/difficult times. I imagine that's more what h-g's mom was up to?)
Addendum to 50: don't make the joke I just though of, people. Don't do it.
I'm going to pretend the worst thing I thought of was "you're going to give your daughter a bazooka!?"
I played the trumpet for at least five years in junior high and high school, probably longer. Haven't touched it since. Even if I were inclined, my neighbors probably wouldn't approve - I've lived in apartments or rowhouses since 2006. I'm pretty sure my trumpet has been stored in a poorly insulated attic (or maybe even a not-at-all-insulated barn) since around then, so I imagine it would sound terrible.
I'm a tiny bit sad about this, now that you mention it, but not too much. I guess I don't have much jazz in my soul.
51: I guess there is a lot of Kalinda misuse and I am just nostalgic for the complicated friendship thing they did with Kalinda and Alicia and conveniently forgetting that a lot of the time she has stupid plotlines. Kalicia OTP!!
I wanted a violin when I was a kid, so I got one, and then I was more resistant to practicing than you can imagine, and I don't think my parents cared that much if I kept playing but it was just this mutually agreed upon charade and I was unhappy and my teachers were frustrated and I never ended up being any good at it at all. This is also the story of me and everything else, coincidentally.
Now I'm trying to learn to play what is not exactly jazz piano, but basically Marie's Crisis piano, because I hadn't mentioned Marie's Crisis since this morning in a thread that was already dead. But it's hard to know how to proceed, because you can take a jazz-per-se piano class but less so an "I want to accompany people singing standards in a gross basement with rotgut liquor" class.
Once you can play jazz piano, how hard is it to come up with the rotgut and the basement?
The stuff at Marie's? Well the primary difficulty is it keeps eating away the bottom of the bottle.
57: Probably the biggest problem with my house is the lack of a basement. (Estimates on turning our crawlspace into a bare-bones, concrete-floored basement run around $50,000.) If it were as easy as learning to play jazz piano, I'd be all over it.
Supposedly Kalinda and Alicia haven't appeared in the same room since the middle of season 4.
59: Watching Velvet Goldmine last night and thinking about Mod jazz clubs, I was fantasizing about having skiffles in the basement. It would probably be too much of a hassle to make sure the cat didn't get let out by creepy jazz fans though.
12: we've got a deserve in thus book from the library, I'll let you know if it is good/helpful:
http://www.amynathanbooks.com/the__music_parents__survival_guide_122800.htm
I didn't always relish the daily practice growing up, but I certainly don't regret it. Playing an orchestra instrument in decent orchestras (rather than something usually played solo at least for many years, like the piano) and frankly being very good were huge motivators to slog through those days when you don't want to spend 20 minutes on scales and arpeggios. It is a huge incentive to have a weekly rehearsal with your peers and friends. Plus it is just hellaciously awesome to play the pants off good music as part of a group.
Bonus - all the hot teenage consensual action on overseas tour, as I think I've mentioned before.
reserve on this book - I swear the autocorrect on this phone is out of control.
Deserve that tart in thus book
56.3: There aren't classes in learning fake-book playing, and a little vamping, and how to change the key to catch up with the drunken singer? I blame it on feminism; the very late Victorians knew every woman needed to "know a little music, enough to play an accompaniment".
I don't know. I don't think so. My class was good for being quicker about certain things but was a lot of "how to get around the circle of fifths but with lots of chords with sixths in them that won't sound that good if you're trying to accompany someone who is singing 'On the Street Where You Live' or whatever." That was actually the title of the class.
I really wish I'd had piano lessons as a kid. Not terribly important in the long run, but I have a cousin who is a professional musician, and there was a distinct time when we were kids where it was obvious that I was the greater musical talent, because I was eight and teaching myself to play the piano.
Re: 68
But chords with 6ths in them are pretty much exactly what swing rhythm sections (before bebop) played behind singers doing standards.
Being able to comp tastefully and tinkle bluesily behind a singer is a skill that is more likely to get people wanting to play with you, definitely, than if you are pretending to be Bud Powell, or McCoy Tyner, tbh. Or at least I tell myself that because (as a guitarist) I can fake a bit of Freddy Green, but not the nimble soloing stuff.
I pretend to be McCoy Tyner but not in a piano-playing way.
In other social news, ecologists play instruments but geologists have money. Recent GSA had not just the oil tracks (actual petroleum engineers! Suits!) but diamonds (industrial and gemological).
67, 68: man. That plus the advanced "a few jazzy turnarounds" class would be the awesomest. I want to take that class.
Perhaps they now call themselves `collaborative piano'? Which seems fair given this 1912 quote on the self-obliteration of an accompanist.
I can physically turn around and make jazz hands but that's about it.
Anyway I dunno. I tried playing things in my fakebook using the kind of chord transitions we did in the class and it sounded funny. Very well may just have been me. The teacher was of the Grumpy Middle Aged White Jazz Dude genre and when I mentioned what kind of playing I wanted to do, he looked a little dyspeptic.
The trumpet I learned on, with some parental admonition and grumpiness, has wended its way back to me. I can just about still play reveille and the C-major scale is still in my fingers.
I would rather the virginals came back, but I think they're a permanent practice instrument at college now. Really not an instrument that travels well.
Is 72 a subtle attempt to try to lure Halford back?
I didn't talk to the petroleum engineers. Almost everyone who talked to me mentioned marmots, for comprehensible-but-you-wouldn't-think-sufficient reasons. Marmots are big in the north.
The marmots I've seen further south have been big enough, really, as rodents go.
The first time I heard of marmots I was a little kid and we were on vacation somewhere in South Dakota (or maybe Montana?) where there was some kind of touristy ride on an old train. The tour guide told us to look to our left to see what I heard as "some yellow-bellied varmints" and so I looked and saw an old couple sitting on their porch waving at the train. Turns out they were not the marmots in question.
8: Muscle memory is fun for me on piano--the few things I learned to play, I can basically still play though it was ages ago
I can't say that for myself -- I can't play anything at the drop of a hat -- but heebie's reverie about how easy it was to remember is intriguing. I'd assumed it would be more depressing than anything else to try again. Like some others, I still have a piano which is technically mine, and I'd kind of like to have it in my physical space again. Such a huge undertaking to move it.
In any case, music lessons are great, and I'm even willing to say that they should be forced on kids who show any interest in the first place. But then, I'm one of those whose parents made me take every kind of lesson in the world: piano, ballet, tap, gymnastics, swimming obviously, and even golf. The understanding was that I could ditch all but one, and piano was the one I stuck with longest, until I quit.
Of course I had a recorder and a harmonica, but you don't really take lessons in those.
Music lessons: hooray.
Our downtown merchants association has set up a couple of pianos downtown for homeless/transient people to play. They've just taken them in for the winter, but I think next spring there will be 4 or 5. Is this a thing?
They're on the sidewalks, and have fold up tarps stashed between the piano and the nearest building: if you're walking by one and it starts to rain, you're supposed to cover it/
That is very charming, but those pianos are going to get trashed outside on the sidewalks. Still a good thing. Not one I've heard of before.
They get played a lot. And usually well. Someone should do a study to see if there's a link between parents making kids practice and later homelessness.
I'd think the homeless guys would steal the tarp to make shelter for themselves.
It's a thing. We had a big program ("Play Me, I'm Yours," I think it was called) maybe 5 years ago and there are still a few left in sheltered locations. It's actually a lot of fun, and occasionally someone will surprise you with something beautiful.
They had those around here last spring. They were fun.
I was once treated to a steamy appassionata by a hairy and shirtless young man (very nice torso) on a street corner in downtown Portland, but while he may have had an unstable living situation the piano was his. He rolled it away after the performance. I appreciated his parents' investment in his musical education. And the genes what made the torso possible.
Re marmottes, make sure to watch this with the sound on: http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=qeZZU-YXDU8
those pianos are going to get trashed outside on the sidewalks
It turns out that there are loads and loads of unwanted kind of beater pianos out there that were just languishing places and rotting away anyhow, from schools and rec halls and formerly from people's houses and all kinds of places, which is what inspired those programs. A good scheme!
Sure. It seems like a good idea, but it won't stop there. Do you have any idea how many unwanted accordions are around?
(I happen to be in Helena for a CLE, and a bit tipsy. You know what Last Chance Gulch really needs? Zithers. Like in The Third Man.)
Before I first moved to France I had an lp of Anton Karas - his first lp released in the US. I loved that record. I seem to have significantly worn out someone's welcome with it, though, as during my blow-out going away party it went missing. Just the lp, the sleeve was still there. I was so sad, but no time to do any detecting as I was flying away so soon ... all went into storage, including my sad, empty Anton Karas lp sleeve, and when I got back a couple of years later the trail had gone cold. There are certain people who were at that party that I still look at with suspicion.
Do you have any idea how many unwanted accordions are around?
No, but IIRC dq knows a guy who would.
Bruno Moderna is AWESOME. Going to don my necromancer's robes and sweep about while small woodland animals move about in subtle formations.
I didn't know they had a Cleveland airport in Helena.
essear - is it not disturbingly hypnotic?!?
96: brigadoon dude in Oakland!
That is a first-rate marmot.
I keep reading the title of this thread as "Plano."
Plano should have a suburb called Planissimo.
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If some idiot self styled artist thinks she's entitled to deface national parks with her talentless shit the appropriate punishment is what, chopping a hand off, right?
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Other talentless shits get to paint all over her.
She really does seem to be an idiot. (This story has been all over my FB feed, as you might expect.)
On the other hand, I can now see the case for going to national parks and distributing cookies to marmots.
Yep, that book Death in Yosemite will need a new edition.
"We'll always have Plano" is a sentence I have used.
Oh, a friend I see every five years or so was visiting his folks (back from Hong Kong where he does presumably world-destroying financial shit) in a Fort Worth suburb and I was visiting my family in north Dallas, and the most convenient place for us to meet was Plano. I suppose I said it as we were leaving. We are now supposed to meet up at the Amtrak station in a town in west Texas in 2018 but it's probably a joke.
1. How young do you have to start to get good at Tuvan throat singing?
2. Am I alone in thinking that Heebie's "own dinky creations are actually quite good (although admittedly not Mendelssohn)?
3. The National Park vandal should be sentenced to lick all the paint off with their tongue, wearing and orange jump suit and housed in the nearest convenient bridewell until they've finished.
Of course I had a recorder and a harmonica, but you don't really take lessons in those.
Philistine!
Making school kids play the recorder has ruined its reputation as a real instrument. When it's played properly it's gorgeous.
I'm going to assume that link goes to the "Brown Noise" episode of South Park.
There's a recorder part in that Jethro Tull song about the guy going nuts because he finds his woman and his best friend in bed. Or maybe that's a flute.
When my ex-wife and I first got together, I was writing a paper for my sociobiology class on yellow-bellied marmots. Naturally, "Marmot" became my nickname, and was what she called me for all the time we were together.
120 is only a truly good story if you then took a trip together and sat on a porch and waved at little essear.
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Bostoniangirl -
I can't remember where the request was, but I sent that pecan pie recipe to you at your yahoo address, assuming it's still good. (And copied knecht).
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121: Not really a good story, but we did take a trip to Sequoia and Yosemite and saw many marmots, and took lots of photos. We had kind of a running gag, that I would assume my true form and go live with them.
I remember marmots from Yellowstone. Or maybe it was Grand Teton. Probably both.
Largest Rodents countdown:
4) Hoary Marmot
3) Capybara
2) Giant Rat of Sumatra
1) Mickey Mouse
There's no reason we couldn't do some sort of selective breeding program and make a bigger capybara.
93: All of them.
120: I assume that was cited in the divorce paperwork.
How young do you have to start to get good at Tuvan throat singing?
Forget Tuvan throat singing; you want to teach your kid polyphonic overtone singing.
Marmot in Glacier: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3O05nyS6hwQ
119: I had to Google it, but it's a flute. The only decent recorder playing in any popular music (as far as I know, but as a classically trained recorder player I tend to listen out for it) is the first few seconds of the theme from Taxi.
I would expect it to be a flute: Anderson has always played the flute, with very occasional harmonica,
Isn't a recorder just a subtype of flute anyway.
Making school kids play the recorder has ruined its reputation as a real instrument. When it's played properly it's gorgeous.
AISIMHB, I once was walking past a playground in Cambridge where a recorder quartet had set up and were playing Baroque music for the kids. So Cambridge!
No, a recorder is an instrument you blow through.
125: Surely the Rat King, a gestalt entity, belongs on that list.
I thought there were two types of flutes. One kind you blow across and the kind you blow through.
I guess maybe it's composed of rodents and isn't a rodent itself.
137: Not in English, though in other languages they're seen as varieties of the same instrument: Querflöte/Blockflöte in German, flauto traverso/flauto dolce in Italian, flûte/flûte à bec in French.
Not in English
Doch doch. The term "transverse flute" is used in English as well.
To 137, you don't really blow across the hole, you still blow into it. I'm not sure why that idea persists. It takes a little bit to learn how to direct the air down into it, and there's a distinctive breathy sound that flute learners make until they master it.
Possibly the idea persists because it takes a little bit to learn how to direct the air down into it.
119 is talking about "Locomotive Breath", presumably. That's just Anderson's weird flute playing.
The flute playing doesn't seem weird. The title, sort of.
This thread is getting confusing. Here's my understanding of the taxonomy thus far:
Did I miss anything?
142: Hang on, though, a transverse flute is just an ordinary flute. You don't call a recorder any kind of "flute" in English. (Stravinsky famously thought it was a kind of clarinet.)
Well, I think the obvious next step is to talk about little, cute flutes; giant, scary flutes; and extinct flutes.
147: Wikipedia calls a record a 'fipple flute.' Which is a nice terms. It's obviously not a clarinet because no reed.
- rodents Stravinsky famously thought were a kind of clarinet
•flutes you blow across
These are the flutes played by people who don't know how to play the flute.
You don't call a recorder any kind of "flute" in English.
You're right. But you do sometimes see the term "transverse flute" being used.
We used to call recorders "Hitler flutes."
The germanic root is why somebody who plays the flute is called a "flotner".
there's a distinctive breathy sound that flute learners make until they master it
OR if they are dropping some avant-garde jazz flute technique.
I can use the marmot thread as an excuse to point out that we still haven't heard more about urple's Renee Zellweger body double theory.
157: The connection is that Renee Zellweger and marmots both have bodies?
My best friend in high school, who Thorn knows, told me that in Spanish, the sentence "I have an aunt who plays the flute" meant "what does that have to do with anything?" or something like that. I still always want to use this in conversation despite the fact that I have never seen it attested anywhere or been able to google it up and am guessing it is not actually true.
It's supposed to be an aunt who plays guitar. The donkey has a flute.
Tolstoy has a line in Anna Karenina where someone asked if someone slept well and the response was along the lines of "yes, I slept like a marmot."
I have an aunt who once shot a man in Reno just to watch him die.
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The UNC fake-classes-for-mostly-athletes scandal just went from sad to awesome.
Then the "paper class" fraud spread beyond just independent studies, according to the investigation. Crowder began creating fake lecture classes. The classes never met, and operated just like the fake independent studies. Then Crowder enrolled students in actual lecture classes, but exempted them from all requirements except for a final paper. In some cases, she would add a student to a legitimate class. That student would fail or get an incomplete for never showing up or doing the work. After the student handed a paper in to Crowder at the end of the semester, she'd change the failure or incomplete to a high grade -- without the knowledge or consent of the instructor.
(Crowder is a student services manager, not a professor.)
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161: Funny. (The version I found searching is "I assure you that I can sleep like a marmot anywhere and at any time," demurring from being given a different bedroom.) I guess because marmots hibernate - a little protrusion of Russian earthiness.
160: Lifelong mystery solved. Now, like Elektra after Orestes kills Klytamnestra, deprived of purpose, I shall do a little dance and keel over.
163: someone not on a phone, or who knows how his /her phone works, please copy & paste here the slide reproduced in that article it is fabulous. I can't decide whether I love more that not having to stay awake during class having rated inclusion as a notable feature or the wonderful sense of panic and alarm conveyed by the last line.
165: Adieu, sweet Smearcase.
To take the long long journey all the way back to the original post, I don't play an instrument at all, but I did have that experience of muscle memory when I played ping pong after not playing for well over 10 years. I'm not a great ping pong player, but I played enough that I feel coordinated when I'm playing, which is a rare and magical feeling for me.
It's an image, but I can retype it.
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What was part of the solution in the past?
* We put them in classes that met degree requirements in which
-- They didn't go to class
-- They didn't take notes, have to stay awake
-- They didn't have to meet with professors
-- They didn't have to pay attention or necessarily engage with the material
* AFAM/AFRI SEMINAR COURSES
-- 20-25 page papers on course topic
-- THESE NO LONGER EXIST!
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168: So it was like going to college in Europe?
165: My bad. Still, it wasn't very hard to google.
Thanks, minivet! I think we can all agree that I cannot type.
167: I'm also prodigiously unmusical, but feel about badminton just how you feel about ping pong. It took me a short time to get good, but a long time to get better, and getting back to that feeling is indeed a nice high.
(My intercollegiate badminton career did coincide almost exactly with my only public musical performances, which were with an ad hoc kazoo ensemble.)
Kazakhstan marmots waking up after hibernation. Is there a particular word for that kind of waking up? Anyway, so fluffy, so cuddly, and they chirp.
I bet the wind is still like knives.
157: there's no elaborate theory, I just don't think it was her. Has she confirmed the pictures were authentic?
175: She has, but we still have no way to be sure that it's not an impostor doing the confirming.
Maybe Tom Cruise can check to see if she still completes him.
Buttercup: I now have it on excellent authority that "sleep like a marmot" is a Russian idiom better translated as "sleep like a baby". (Setting aside how inapt that English idiom may be.)
I am very pleased that Ume linked in 117 to the very performance to which I previously linked in my own defense of the recorder. I used to play that.
So basically there's at most one tolerable recorder piece.
179: I played that too! but with nothing like Brüggen's astonishingly effortless fluency. I saw him once live when I was a teenager. Just like the linked video, he wandered onstage, sat down quietly, and after a few moments started playing in what seemed to be a totally unselfconscious way, as if the audience just wasn't there. He could have been in the middle of a forest somewhere, playing to the birds. It was mesmerizing.
Piano and violin the best duet ever !
Ume, this woman, whom I hadn't heard of before, is pretty impressive! The piece (along with the rest of the Telemann fantasies) was also one of my faves.
Thanks for that link. I hadn't heard of her either, but it seems she was a student of a student of Brüggen's. The Dutch really are streets ahead of anyone else in terms of training recorder players.
I used to love playing Van Eyck too. Wat Zal Men and Lacrymae must be among the standard repertoire of pretty much anyone who's learned the recorder seriously.
Oh, hey, she's on Magnatune. Excellent.
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