Dmitry Shostakovich as a teenager, 1920s
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Dmitry Shostakovich as a teenager, 1920s
Glenn Gouldās score for Bachās āGoldbergā Variations, used in his 1981 recording.
sometimes when chronically ill/disabled/neurodivergent people say āI canāt do this thingā they really mean āI can technically do this thing I guess, but not without pretty significant repercussionsā and I really need more fully-abled people to understand the validity of that
what they DONT tell you about clarinets is that you have to fucking build the damn thing every single time. "what instrument do you play" fucking legos man idk
Tannhauser Overture - Liszt
>> jpdussan
the three moods of baroque music:
1. We Are All Very Happy
2. You Are Having a Panic Attack
3. Someone Has Died
4. You Are the Harpsichordist Figuring Out the Basso Continuo and You Are Having the Panic Attack
oh my god so I finally recovered this account after years HELLO FRIENDS IF ANYONE IS STILL HERE
Iām so confused⦠Thatās not how this works. Thatās not how any of this works.
Are they on a date
The good old days
One day youāre gonna think of someone for the last time and wonāt even realize.
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A group of rough looking boys walked past me today and all I heard of their conversation was āheās got that anxiety disorder bro so I went with him so heād be more comfortableā and it made me realise the world isnāt all that bad
#this is team skull
The pet store I worked at had a pen with rabbits near the front door. On every side of the pen were huge signs saying āYou can pet me, but donāt pick me up!ā One day two absolutely huge guys came in and one immediately reaches into the pen to grab a rabbit. Before i could say anything his friend grabbed his arm and asked him ādid you see the sign?ā He said āyeah! it says that you can pick them up but donāt pet them!ā Then he went quiet for a moment and softly said āI didnāt read it right did I?ā And his friend just puts his arm on his shoulder and said āits ok, i know youāve got that thing where words get mixed up. Let just pet these cute lil shitsā And I still havenāt gotten over that interaction.
I was walking my dog through Boston bc he likes the likes car rides. Heās a little thing tbh we call him short and long. So this huge scary man with a full beard approaches me like āhey can my buddy and I pet your dog? He gets nervous around dogs but yourās is so small I think itās a good place to start.ā Ofc I was like āyes heās very friendly!ā So this guy brings his equally big friend over and they sit on the floor while this man looks terrified of my tiny dog so big man number one asks ācan I pick him up?ā And i say yes so he picks him up and puts him on man number twoās lap and man number two is abt to freak out and his friend straight up just goes āhey man, itās okay just relax Iād never let anything hurt you. Heās a good boy.ā Iāll never forget it ever bc I know that man looked at me (5'3 , glasses, probably wearing a sweater vest) and my dog (kinda goofy looking little thing) and was like āah yes the two least intimidating living things Iāve seen in Boston all day heāll feel relaxed around themā and went out of his way to help his friend. It makes me so happy
I love this
I was (of course it was) in NYC at the time, riding on the R train and this burly, tall, leather and black jeans with fuck off huge steel-plated knee-highs and a fourteen foot lime green mohawk gets on the train and sitās down, his jansport backpack making this Ghu-awful THUNK as he sets it between his feet. And no one says anything. Everyone saw him because how could you not?
And he opens his bag and starts rustling through it and sets aside some YA novel that I donāt remember but that it had this absolutely lovely lavender purple cover. and then he pulls out his fucking knittingĀ and just goes to town. Just, minding his own business, knitting away intently, listening to his earbuds.
And wasnāt a person on that train gonna say a DAMN thing about it. No one pointed or made any comments because this dude was built to crush motherfuckers. And he was knitting in public so you know he knew no fear and was happy and confident and then this little girl walked away from her mum and walked straight up to him and waved and her mother looked surprised (but not scared, this is NYC - we donāt know fear because weāre too busy). But the guy sees this little girl wave at him and just gives her the BIGGEST SMILE and waves back and takes out an earbud and says hi and they start talking about knitting and how he learned on his own and she wanted to learn and her mother didnāt know. But he suggested that there were knitting clubs and a lot of them were free and would happily help a new little knitter like her.
It was the single most adorable and heart warming thing of my life. Like hereās this dude with a Rancid t-shirt that looks like it was probably printed in someoneās flat fifteen years ago with an anti-nazi patch right over his heart and enough metal in his clothes to be worth recycling but a little girl wavedĀ and what type of nasty, heartless fuck doesnāt smile at kids? That aināt punk.
Used to work at a nature center, which was attached to an elementary school. Occasionally the fire alarms would go off, and for the most part, weād all just go about our business (weekly fire drills for the kids didnāt mean that the snakes tanks didnāt need cleaning).
In the middle of one of these alarms, I had a lovely 7ā long red rat snake wrapped around me while I was cleaning up. (She was my favorite - active, but polite, never bit or struck or pulled back to threaten it, or musked me, no matter what I did with her). Of course, law of averages, there had to be one that was a ārealā alarm. Bunch of big firefighters come in, demanded to know why we werenāt outside with everyone else, the workās.
And then they started screaming.
High pitched, girly shrieks. As first one, then another, noticed I was wearing a snake.
And, of course, the screaming brought more fire fighters over, who also screamed⦠letās just say I had three trucks worth of dudes gathered around me, stunned that I would -wear- a snake. Who, of course, saw new people and was doing her best to make friends.
Once the false alarm was sorted, they all came back, to a man, to meet the snakes. I had enough for each of them to ātry one on.ā
These big, buff dudes, who risk their lives running into raging fires without a thought, had to hype themselves up for me to put a young hog nose in their palms. Anxiety sweat dropped down their faces and soaked through their undershirts as I let the red and grey rat snakes cool around their arms. When the garden snake slipped down one guyās collar, I thought he was going to drop dead from a heart attack, right there. But they all did it! And survived!
I just wish Iād taken pictures to show the third graders when they came in after classes finished!
I go to college early or fall semester because of marching band and so do a lot of the fall sports teams right? So Iām in line in the dining hall, waiting for some spaghetti or something and two dudes from the soccer team or football team or something are behind me, just chatting, and Iām alone so Iām lowkey eavesdropping. At some point Sports Boy 1 notices another sports boy and points out the pants heās wearing to his friend, Sports Boy 2. And he says something along the lines of āThose were the pants I was talking about before. What do you think? Could I pull them off?ā And Sports Boy 2 looks around and finds the pants Sports Boy 1 was talking about and goes āyeah I think you could pull them off,ā and then he paused and almost like an afterthought said ābut you know, whatās important is that you feel confident in them,ā
And man I sat there so touched because like, yes bro preach that body postivity to your friend, remind him that itās not about what other people think but how he feels.
My life to have witnessed the firefighters meeting the snakes. Bless their hearts š¤£š¤£ššššš
London Underground, a few years ago. Punk guy - ripped jeans, leathers, multi-coloured mohawk, facial tattoos, safety pins where they really donāt belong, bottle in hand - talking to these two googly-eyed German tourist girls. Tells them how to get to wherever they wanted to go, cool free places in the neighbourhood, what to look out for.Ā Gets up to leave with the final warning: āJust promise me youāll be careful who you talk to, okay? Some pretty weird people in this town.ā
These are so sweetš
This has gotten better since I last saw it.
Ever seen a hedgehog stretch?
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If I ever donāt reblog thisā¦.
Me relaxing on a Saturday night.Ā
audio of me watching this:Ā āohhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!ā