clarinet.Blowclarinet.9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
into my top
and listen to
echo through the hollow cave…
resonating through my
ribcage and shaking me,
The tempo pulses through your veins,
clogging up your arteries;
you're ready to burst-
yet I lie unpracticed in a shallow corner.
My keys are aching for your tender,
to leave an impression,
to complete measures start to finish,
to cascade through
miles of sheet music.
I am polished to a high sheen
and creates a rainbow glare
on the window pane across from my dusty little cinderella corner.
Eyes dart from the electric glare
radiating from my form
in a guilty reminder of
notes across the page.
Breath is drawn where indicated in measure six,
and you've been letting your lungs fill for years.
Release into me.
Life is Like a ClarinetLife is Like a Clarinet12 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Life is a lot like a clarinet. You've got your ups and your downs, highs and lows. There are the seemingly meaningless days of the throat tones between F and B flat. There are the high notes of days full of worthwhile risks. Then there are squeaks where everything seems to fall apart in your face. There are stunning crescendos and monotonous mezzo pianos. Major, good days; minor, bad days. A complex system of keys and holes to cover. So many choices due to alternate fingerings; some are better than others. The soft, calm days of the chalumeau register. Some days you're in tune, some days you sound like a dead goose. Yes, life is like a clarinet. It'll always turn out right in the end, just like the beautiful final note in a Carnegie Hall solo.
Why Clarinet?Why Clarinet?Why Clarinet?6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Why? You have to ask me why? Why not?
How many other instruments can you tell people to cover their holes without sounding very wrong?
How many other instruments have banana keys you can finger on a regular basis? (Sometimes every day if you please)
You try making a clever name out of any other instrument. I mean look Clair Annette. can you do that with Tuba? Trumpet? Flute? Bassoon? No.
What is better than 22 inches of wood that you can blow? Definitely not brass.
Did I mention a clarinet is long, hard, and straight?
With enough skill you can out range the flutes.
In case of an emergency it can be used as a weapon of self defense, the case is good too. Not too heavy and hard to swing, and not too small to not do anything.
Mmmmm, reeds. More wood to put in your mouth.
Find an instrument that is easier to carry while marching.
Comes in many variations: The B flat (the Beefer), the E flat (Eefer, which is tiny and adorable!), the Alto Clarinet, the Bass Clarinet, and the Co
You might be a band nerd if... You Might Be a Band Nerd If...You might be a band nerd if...12 years ago in Humor More Like This
You keep reeds in your wallet.
You have dreams about the Cavaliers.
You want to have babies with Kennasaw.
You think you march better when you need to pee really bad.
You think you look sexy in your uniform.
You do look sexy in your uniform.
You've ever campletely changed clothes on a school bus.
You don't think 4 am is too early to get up for a competition.
You bring your lunch in your hatbox.
Your dinkles are your favorite shoes.
You've ever had Dr. Beat stuck in your head.
You practice your instrument instead of doing homework.
Band camp is the most fun you'll have all year.
Football games are the highlight of your week.
You own a little pin of your instrument.
Your reed tastes yummy.
You wish band camp started in may.
You are close personal friends with your director.
You live in the band room.
You've ever caught a rifle in your tub
The Other Kind of LoverShes your sweet and sour loverThe Other Kind of Lover8 years ago in Other More Like This
Pastel and pink and grey
Shes a thin young girl but Im the one
With violent hips and eyes to play
Im that other kind of lover
The kind inside your veins
The one that slips in past your lips
To the place inside your jeans
Im your gorgeous other lover
The one she never sees
But Im sure that if she knew
Shed wish that she was me
My MLP OCsMy MLP OCs1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Cutie mark: She excells in Dendrology, the study of wooded plants, but particularly is fond of trees, so her cutie marks a tree.
Coat: Black with red markings
Mane and tail: grey and light blue
Favorite color: Dark Red and Dark Blue
Personality: On the shyer side typically but can be very impulsive at times, Likes to read horror novels, kind, loves trees, creative and adventurous, distracted easily but dedicated.
Home: on the horseshoe bay side of the border between Hayseed swamps and Horseshoe bay
Job: Student, foalsitter
Friends: Marsh wood, Flavia Grey, a few students at school
School: Enrolled in "Hayseed swamp academy"
Cutie mark: doesn't have one yet (she has one planned for her though)
Coat: medium dark grey
Eyes: light Grey
Mane and tail: white with black stripes, and black with white stripes
Hooves: ocassionally turn from medium dark grey to golden
pulling off a bukowskipulling off a bukowski9 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I don't want to pull off a Bukowski.
He was such an unhappy man
He had nothing but his
(He has me beat there)
He saw the worst in
He loved nothing but his
He only found serenity within his
Ode to the Band GeeksOde to the Band Geeks8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Ode to the Geeks~
Oh we are the bandooooooooooossssssssssssssss,
So happy and shineyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy,
So dont you make fun of ussssssssssssssssssss,
Or well kick your hineyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.
Take THAT Orchadorks!
VirginityIt was nothing like she imagined it. Nothing. It hurt.Virginity10 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
He was gentle, and slow, and concerned, if not heated and ready. She pushed him away. The first, the second time. It hurt. He laughed when she said "I'm sorry." It was him intruding, he insisted. He should be sorry. She smiled and finished as she had done before.
Later, they succeeded. He was still concerned, as her face wrinkled and etched itself into a vision of pain- and isn't it funny how close this was to her face of pleasure- but she said words that encouraged him, really that took control of him and rid his mind of the burden of coherency. Soon they were close together. So close that she did not care if it hurt, she knew this is how it was meant to be. This is how men and women understand each other. This is how you become one. With a gentle rhythm they continued, and the pain melted away. For both, it was a quiet, loving, and altogether passionate moment. Their mouths caught open, and so close to the other, it was natural t
101.5 Band Geek Facts~~101 Band Geek Precautions and Facts~~101.5 Band Geek Facts6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
1.The trombonists like to glomp.
2.The brass section WILL ask you to donate to Spartan hobos.
3.Bring earplugs to any birthday party containing band geeks.
4.Bring SHINEY nickels to any location with GMS band geeks.(We take debit cards and bills if you dont have nickels.)
5.Do NOT give trombonists your umbrellas. (They will pole-dance with it.)
6.Take the phrase "Band geeks gone wild" seriously. (No joke)
7.If you see band-geeks from any school with candy of any kind...RUN FOR THE HILLS! (Except for Carvertheyre all weirdos.)
8. Be careful around the percussion section, they will pick-pocket you. (Alsonever leave your purses unattended around percussion players)
9.If you see anyone hugging the following: walls, poles, trees, dead trees, live trees, light lamps/posts, they are band-geeks.
10.The woodwinds have brass buns, they do not mind if you tease.
11.Band-geeks WILL sing the alphabet song to remember how to alphabetica
Thank You, deviantARTThank You, deviantART8 years ago in Editorial More Like This
November 6, 2007
Dear deviantART Community,
Expressing thanks to you all seems so little, though words are all I have to offer. People from all around the world, that I've met through this community and become friends with, have offered so much more than tips, tricks, and information about art and photography. There are people from many different countries, with all sorts of belief systems and points of view, that have encouraged me, and through me, my family, during my Dad's sickness. There are many of us on dA who are serious about the art community and our love of art, whether it be photography, drawing, digital art, etc., that reach out to each other in different ways, and are always there to encourage and nudge each other along.
One of my real-life friends often comments about how people and friends through the internet aren't "real" people; how there is an "invisibility" barrier. But, I disagree. I know the internet can be a
Why I want you to FAVWhy I want you to FAV12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Why I want you to +fav this work.
If you +fav this work, your effort will give me an immense sense of well being.
I will feel that a part of my heart has been forever devoted to this piece. For each and every soul that believes, \"this deserves a +fav\" I will grow ever happier. My view will become ever more optimistic and hope for the future will be installed within me.
My outlook on life will be like that of a sun coming out from behind a cloud, getting brighter and warmer with every second elapsed. I will forget my worries, my bad memories, my aches and pains, I will drop my chains. For each and every +fav will free me from an unwanted displeasure. Turning me into a new and better person.
My favourite saviours shall lighten my burden and relieve me from stress, they will give life reason and effort purpose. The satisfaction of a job well done becoming proven fact
The rain is stopping my friends, the clouds are dispersing. The thunder is now only a faint rumble and lightning is no mo
The Legend of PinkamenaThe Legend of Pinkamena starring Pinkie Pie and a bunch of human charactersThe Legend of Pinkamena5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There are two ways of reaching Equestria from the human world but this story is about just one of them.
"So," I said, still struggling with the whole crazy idea. "If you fill the room with pink balloons and streamers and confetti, and then place a muffin..."
"A cupcake," she corrected me. "It has to be a cupcake." She shook her head, a half-smile on her lips. "Who knows what would happen if you used a muffin instead!"
"OK a cupcake, and you have to cover it... in hot sauce?"
"The hot sauce is vital," she assured me. "It absolutely won't work without the hot sauce."
I nodded. OK, so hot sauce was vital! Good to know... " and you place it in front of the mirror, and then you say what was her name again?"
"Pinkamena!" she cried, shaking her head. "Weren't you listening Jessie? You have to say Pinkamena three times! Not four, not two three! And the
A Visit to Dr. ShadowA Visit to Dr. ShadowA Visit to Dr. Shadow9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
An appointment is made to see a dentist,
One with quite a reputation,
For a cavity inside my mouth to be filled
For it causes me pain and frustration.
This dentist, Shadow the Hedgehog,
Is quite known for causing much pain
For he pulls and he drills, he scrapes and he fills
And hardly ever uses Novocain.
Well I go to the office and tell the receptionist
That I'm here for an appointment for a filling.
As I sit down my heart pounds in my chest
Because I know the pain will be killing.
After ten minutes I hear a foul scream
And now I start to feel vexed.
A few minutes after the patient runs from the room
I hear the dooming word "Next!"…
I moan as I pick my self out of the chair
And stagger into the white room
As I sit in the dentist chair and stare at the light
I realize my impending doom.
Shadow comes over without an expression
For his face is covered by a white mask.
But I feel he pleasures in seeing me uncomfortable
Because discomfort is his enjoyable task.
Music Is...What is music?Music Is...8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A little boy asked me that today.
I bent down so that our faces were level
And then I said to him with a smile,
Why do you care?
Out of so many people today
Why do you care?
He looked back at me
His eyes too thoughtful for his age
And he said right back to me,
Because I want to make good music.
I liked that answer, and I told him so.
He was happy and he smiled.
Take my hand, I said, and walk with me now
And I will show you those things that proper music make.
He put his small hand into mine and came with me.
I didnt know what to make of this, he trusted me.
But I led him along, and as I did I pointed out
Some of those things that proper music make.
Music, I said, is the harmony in the world
Brought together to create a myriad of sensations.
Music is our footsteps on the ground
Music is my walking with you.
Music is that ancient couple over there
See how elderly they are, yet they see each
SoberSober10 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Entwined beneath sheets of
I kissed the air
and cursed the day
we were sober.
And, emptying the bottle,
we said those things
about our dreams
that mattered none at all
none at all
in the morning.
to breathlessly sing
(with the crickets)
my fingers crept into the void
where you'd slept.
And I wept.
Band Is...1. Watching the Drum Majors laugh when the awards are announced.Band Is...5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
2. Mispronounced names
3. Calling the phone booth 15 feet away to see who answers it.
4. Watching a revered drum major answer the phone booth.
5. Five hour bus rides
6. Ice-cold low-fat milk and chicken!
7. Dreaming up "your face" symbols
8. Going to bed at 5 am
9. The smallest guy in band getting a bag of kettle corn as big as him
10. Waving to the storm trooper on the side of the road
11. Shouting "get a room" to your section leader
12. Spirit laps
13. Jump on it in the stands
14. The smell
15. The voodoo-stick
16. Flying pigs in the band office
17. "Everybody Dance Now!"
18. seeing who can hold their arm in the air longest while at a competition in a major city.
19. Fun with tuners
20. Spit epidemics before contests
21. "Change Places!"
22. The wrath of the woodwinds "If you could hear it."
23. Kill the metronome
24. Smash dancing after school
25. Snowball fights
26. Wearing your rolled-up jeans, marchin
The Dark Woods Circus The Dark Woods Circus was abstract compared to other circuses. Owned by a god of chaos and fear personified into flesh and bones, Oberon. His name was the antithesis of what he really was. He was no king of faeries, rather, he was a king of demons, nymphs, and those fallen from the grace of God.The Dark Woods Circus7 years ago in Horror More Like This
A lone performer stood behind the circus curtain. She was a beautiful bat nymph with long hair the color of star light and eyes the color of rubies. She watched as Oberon greeted the crowd , the spot light focusing on him only. And now, I must introduce you to our first act, they are a truly gruesome pair , Oberon called, cuing a pair of boys that rushed past the performer, roughly shoving her out of the way. Their make up was twisted, and a false impression of what the crowd was about to receive. They looked like clowns, but once the audience quieted down from Oberons leave, which happened to be
3. Marching BandAll I have is marching band.3. Marching Band5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
My whole high school career, I never joined other clubs or sports. Sometimes, I see the popular people, the millions of activities they're involved in, and feel regret, the world taking on a faded blue sort of hue.
But then I step onto a field, when I'm standing straight as a board, when those glaring lights are on me on us the color returns, as vivid and clear as a summer day.
I don't feel so guilty anymore.
And why should I?
This is what I do.
This is what matters.
This is what gets me to school on an early Saturday morning, even if my brain is still a clouded, fuzzy mess.
These are the people who matter.
These are the people who care.
These are the people who bring you back, endure those hours of practice with you.
When it comes down to i
2. Clarinet2. Clarinet2. Clarinet5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Saxophone. Gotta play saxophone. Have to just have to MUST play saxophone. No boring oompa oompa lazy tuba. No loud cranky obnoxious buzzy trumpet. What IS an oboe anyway? Who cares. Saxophone.
The nice man puts the reed on just right, makes all the adjustments, nothing can go wrong. He hands me the gleaming instrument. I'm so ready. I set the mouthpiece in my mouth, take a deep breath, and-
I back away. Saxophones aren't silent. Saxophones make beautiful fluid noise. No. Not noise. Music. Let's try again.
The nice man looks as confused as I do.
"Maybe you just can't blow enough air."
He goes on about lungs, and I politely sit and listen like a 6th grader ought to. I hand back the foreign object when he's done.
So, now what? I never thought about another instrument. Just dreamed about how I could be like Dad, stand up on stage and wail the prettiest wails, and swirl colors of my own.
Why? Why would I want to
Play the most beau