This was recorded by the Portsmouth Sinfonia in an experiment where all the members of the orchestra would swap instruments with each other and attempt to play them to the best of their ability.
favorite things about this
- literally all the brass starts to get the hang of it and then the crescendos happen and everyone is like FUCK FUCK FUCK??? FUCK. JUST. BLOW RLY HARD.
- the strings are lazy but also the same. like u can tell a lot of the ppl w/ the stringed instruments may already basically know how to play stringed instruments. like there’s definitely a section at the beginning where you hear a good portion going “oh yeah this is like. a smaller/bigger version of what i do.”
- all you hear of any woodwinds is just “pffffttt??? pFFFTTTT???? PFFFFFTTTT I SAID PFFFFTTTT!!!!!” bc woodwinds are fucking HARD and you hear after like the first crescendo half of them just give up. they give up. they’re done. fuck this it tastes weird and my lips hurt.
- that trumpet. that person is fucking TRYING man they fucking GOT this. they may not have figured out notes but they figured out LOUD and they GOT this.
I JUST DIED
back in my day, the only thing naruto had going for him was the shadow clone jutsu. we didn’t have all these fancy moves u whippersnappers have these days
no you can’t have it back stop asking
I like how calmly everyone in the WTNV fandom is waiting for StrexCorp to come down. We all know it’s going to happen, and we’re not impatient. It feels very much like, with each passing episode, we sharpen our teeth a little more, waiting for the giant to fall so we can begin the feast.
This includes letting your ideas, stories and head-canons marinate in your head on a daily basis to the point of not writing any of it down because you’re either afraid of how it will turn out or too fucking lazy to write that shit down.
don’t tell me that one direction don’t care about their fans when they purchased food and had it sent down to the fans waiting outside their hotel
"No you can’t name your weapon shop ‘Bloodbath and Beyond’."