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Friend who set up gig for me: if you can’t read the treble clef part it’s fine
Me:
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Me today
Friend who set up gig for me: if you can’t read the treble clef part it’s fine
Me:
Thorgy Thor and the Thorcestra attack planet Tammie.
“Time to count my rests”
“Sit on your phone and then act like it isn’t your fault when you miss your entry.”
Shhhhh cursed video
So we all know king Koob who composes the best music of all time. One of his works, Opus 16,(which was written two days before the concert and played by him on piano even though he does not play piano) was recorded by me. King Koob and his bro (Jackson the cellist) made me swear never to share it as they think it is horrible. Well suck it here is the cursed Opus 16.
When you ace something in rehearsals but mess it up in the actual concert
My song from liiiiike two weeks ago? I'm still messing around to find my personal style so over time there will probably be many different genres, but this one is an orchestral song that I finally got around to finishing! I'm hoping this is the start to sharing my journey as a music producer. Things should only get better from here
Hilarious video of someone waking up with a huge yelp after a nice snooze!
The orchestra teacher at school was absent today. She had us split up into groups of 6-10 and practice the music for the up coming concert. My group couldn’t count in cut time so half way thought the piece one section would stop and go “Whoa. Back up. We are not together. Let’s start from the beginning.” Eventually one of us had to whip out our phone to use a metronome (band keeps hiding the teachers and we couldn’t find it). Bad thing was, you couldn’t hear the metronome over our playing. It ended with us going “Hey, you. The percussionist that’s not doing anything, come keep the beat for us.” We are all failures.