#kopprasch

[lilymischief]

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Duet for Kopprasch horn & piped-in tech rehearsal 📯🎶 #frenchhorn #ottothefrenchhorn #kopprasch #practicing

[doctor-who-cats]

Kopprasch at it again with the jumps...

[lilymischief]

I filmed myself practicing an étude with a metronome and in slow motion it sounds like minimalist horror music. #frenchhorn #ottothefrenchhorn #kopprasch (at Manhattan School of Music)

[ylimeobo]

Hey everybody! It would be super great if you could follow this link and watch my boyfriend's progress this summer. He's doing this to track his progress and to (hopefully) get a small following on YouTube! Thanks, xoxo

[fish-on-a-bicycle]

Why do some horn players hate Kopprasch?

[fish-on-a-bicycle]

Mellophone Log 10-14

I will now be incorporating Kopprasch into my practice sessions. 

[commongiraffe]

Who wants to have a fun time playing French horn basics during advisories? sweater-dragon and I are starting a Georg Kopprasch club.

[keepcalmandkarajan]

For those not in the Facebook group "Horn people" I thought I would share :)

A VISIT FROM ST. DENNIS By Prof. I.M. Gestopftmitscheist Twas the night before Kopprasch, when all through the house Not a hornist was playing, not even some Strauss; The Holtons were packed in their cases with care, In hopes that St. Dennis soon would be there. The students were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of symphony jobs danced in their heads; As Mamma and I filled out financial aid forms, We wished that those kids would learn to perform! With auditions looming for college and schools, These two "musicians" were acting like fools. Playing only solos, excerpts, and such, Their playing was not to be considered, much. Add to these facts that these kids had big heads, Mamma and I were in the throes of great dread. Since money was tight and the wallet quite thin, Unless they got scholarships, the future was grim. When out on the lawn there arose such a sound, I sprang from the desk in a state of confound! Away to the window, I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash! The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the lustre of midday to objects below, When what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a gigantic sleigh and eight great-big reindeer! A distinguished man had his hand on the rein, I new in a moment that it surely was St. Brain. More rapid than Al Cass his coursers they came, And he free buzzed, and shouted, and called them by name: Now, Alex! now Kruspe! now Conn and Holton! On, Yamaha! on Geyer! on, Schmid and Lawson! To the top of the range! to the pedal notes fall! Now play away! play away! play away all! When great horn players perform, they take the stage tall. They play solos perfectly, with no warm up at all! So up to the roof-top the coursers they flew, With a sleigh full of music, and St. Dennis too. And then, in an eighth note, I heard on the roof The puffing and blowing of each little toot. As I drew in my head, and was fumbling around, Down the chimney came St. Dennis, ready to sound. He was dressed in his tails, and patent leather shoes, And he then said to me, "In a minute, great news!" A bundle of music he had flung on his back, And in his right hand, a Marcus Bona pack. I stared at his face, and his eyes were afire, and I knew in his life, there was only one desire, to take out a horn and make music, not noise, and do it perfectly, with confidence and poise! He opened the gig bag and picked up his horn, like I knew he had done since the day he was born. He then played the Siegfried with nary a clam, and all I could think of was "this guy can jam! And this great performance had awakened the kids, Who came in a'running, and put on the skids. They were all shaken, scared, and bewildered of that Since the only horn playing they had done was crap. He then played "Till Eulenspiegel" with nary a crack, And all with perfect rhythm, dynamics and attack. His beautiful tone was simply amazing, and not to mention his musical phrasing. The kids starting yelling, "HOW CAN WE DO THAT?" "WE'LL NEVER SUCCEED IF WE STILL SOUND LIKE CRAP!" And then St. Dennis said, "Please, don't despair. There is remedy for all problems, so there." "My instructions, now, you should perfectly heed, If you really ever, ever want to succeed." St. Dennis then reached down into his sack, And pulled out some music and handed it back. "There are five fundamentals to playing horn well, Without support for you air, your playing will smell. A strong embouchure gives you right notes and range, Good articulation keeps things from sounding strange." "One must know their intervals and play pitches in tune, Or else you will clam and play like a bufoon! You need perfect rhythm, in time and secure, without any of these, you will be unsure." "Put it all together and what have you got? Why, great playing, for sure, and crap it is not! If you work on the basics one hour per day, Then people will listen, they might even pay!" "So practice these studies, numbers one right through sixty. and listen to what you completely, strictly. This time you invest is always well spent, And someday you may play horn to pay the rent!" "Your excerpts and solos will go like the wind, Since you know all the techniques to employ within. A tricky passage is now in your grasp, Since you have practiced and practiced: KOPPRASCH!!!" With a wink of his eye and a nod of his head, "I've got others to tell, tonight," he said. And then with his horn and his music in hand, Up the chimney he went, fast as fast can. He sprang to his sleigh and buzzed to his team, Away they all flew, as if in a dream. But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight, "Happy KOPPRASCH to all and to all a good night!"