Orchestra - Tumblr Posts - Page 2
“Bach is an astronomer, discovering the most marvellous stars. Beethoven challenges the universe. I only try to express the soul and the heart of man.”
— Frédéric Chopin
Why do these Posters for the Met's Don Giovanni remind me of Pirates of the Caribbean? 😅 Opera Houses have really gotten A LOT more modern over the last few years. They really got a Hollywood poster movie style to them now.
Marius Kwiecien as Don Giovanni
Character Sheet
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Name: Dean Baker-Fitzgerald
Nicknames: Deanie, Blondie
Age: 16
DOB: September 15th, 2007
Place of birth: Wichita, Kansas
Nationality: Italian-American
Gender: Cisgender Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
Height: 6’0”
Weight: 180lbs
Build: athletic
Eye Colors: Blue (left), Green (right)
Hair Color: Blonde
Personality Type: ESDJ (caregiver)
Positive Traits: Outgoing, Athletic, Sweet
Negative Traits: Naive, Trusting, Oblivious
Hobbies: Track, Basketball, Cooking, Violin, Writing, Gardening
Interests: Music, Hockey, Basketball, Outdoors, Plants, Baseball
Religion: Baptist
Look man, I KNOW classical composer Tumblr exists because those classical composer memes have to be coming from somewhere. But how on earth do I hop on it!? Is it like one of those moving elevators, where you have to step on quickly and hope you come out!? To me it's like the backrooms or something. Do you have to type in some sorta key, is it going to ask me to match these concertos by key signature to delve inside the secret catacombs of classical composer-blr? Will there be a 7 dwarves mining cart roller coaster waiting there except instead of the dwarves its the ducking CLASSICAL COMPOSERS!? What, do I gotta send pictures of my violin-ridden hands as proof, do I gotta submit cat boy Mozart fanart/fics,
CLASSICAL COMPOSER BLR WHERE ARE YOU HIDING!?
(I'm currently on amrev/frevblr seriously send help)
❝𝐁𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞; 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐲, 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 – 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐭.❞ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋
-Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ
Also the raven is a reference to his bird Vogel btw (imagine naming your bird the word bird but in another language???(
Orchestra
“So which one is the bounty again?” Spike queried, kicking his feet up onto the balcony railing.
“The oboe player.” Jet replied, swatting at Spike’s legs to get him to put his feet back down.
“And… which one is the oboe player?” Faye inquired next, puffing leisurely on a cigarette in a ridiculously long holder.
A pause. A sigh. “Are you familiar with the clarinet?” Jet figured he might as well start with something simple.
“Uhh…” Spike’s response was not ideal.
Faye pursed her lips and then pointed with her cigarette holder. “That’s it, yeah?”
Jet glanced in the direction she indicated and shook his head once, curtly. “No. That is a piccolo.”
Spike scoffed. “Now who's being ridiculous? That’s a character from the anime Ed has been watching late at night.”
Jet closed his eyes and exhaled heavily. “The one we are after is the one third from the right in the second row. Never mind the instrument, it’s the lady with the red hair.”
“Are you sure, Jet? I thought the target was older than that.” Faye looked doubtfully at the lady.
“My intel said that she was in her forties. That lady is definitely in that range.”
“Well, if that’s our gal… let’s go get her, what’s the hold up?”
Jet huffed. “Aren’t either of you interested in hearing the orchestra first? How often do we get a chance to be in a place like this? She’s clearly not going anywhere…”
Faye and Spike exchanged blank looks. Faye tapped her cigarette ash onto the carpet of their balcony box and Spike shrugged as he made to lean back in his chair and put his feet up on the railing again.
Jet studiously ignored them both. This was likely Spike and Faye on their best behavior and, since Jet himself wanted to stick around for the performance, well… he’d just have to make do with what he could get from them.
Ravel - Lever du jour
Daphis et Chloe, 1912
Is it too late to post Silesian Miku?
The Orchestra
Archive #4 | copyright to saturnfairycat
Author's note: Welcome back to another depressive episod-
The Orchestra
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Crushing.
I feel sick to my gut retching in disgust.
I hear the orchestra haunting me in the forgotten corridor passages in my ears,
Daunting me.
I feel faint from exhaustion.
Am I truly in the works with the devil? Blessed to be cursed upon arrival when I finally realise my true nature?
My fingertips are still cold from gliding across the icy surface of your deadbeat heart.
Are your walls strong enough to withstand my pride?
Did you love me because it was me? Or did you love me because it was your first experience of love?
Droplets of sin kiss my dull skin like an after shower of rain as a cauldron of emotions floods my walls and pushes against me in ripple tides.
For shame has bewitched me.
It's hard to breathe;
Hard to stay awake.
Will the cello ever outshine the violin?
Breaking their backs just to be working behind the scenes,
Whose sole purpose is to make the other shine.
The moon and cello;
The violin and the sun.
I'm chained;
I repeat my mistakes to the point my hands are tied.
The escape is merely pleasant for the short term investment of loss.
What is there to guarantee if not tarnishment—
Your blood stains my silverware, your flesh between my teeth.
You can wash away your thoughts but mine linger like the smell of rot.
Your walls hindered the sound of the conductor's strained sigh,
His graceful arms swayed to the point of silence, reminiscing about his first love.
His torment fixated on me as a warning.
The orchestra—
A sickly sweet melody turned bitter as it sounded like a death march.
Their fight to be heard makes me shudder as I chew on my regret.
Does the conductor ever lose focus on all who plays?
Some are cast out to sea as others are broken down into pieces to be moulded into framework.
Paintings are a sheer will of power that articulates format.
Control?
Not yours.
You may be a canvas with brushed out colours, but you are not art as that truly has meaning.
Meaning— comes from your heart alone.
Something that you do not wish to seek without a second opinion.
Drowning sounds more appealing than being left alone on driftwood.
The seemingly endless waves of potential frightens the fallen angel that has clipped wings.
Never meant for the sea:
Never had the chance to fly.
Just…
Floating.
Drowning sounds more comforting.
But why do I still hear the orchestra? Even as I sink down... down...
Down....
Down.....
How ironic that hell is supposedly down to the core of the earth,
How the warmth of the centre is seen as evil.
Such lies— for which I only feel the cold.
The tight feeling of goosebumps chokes my soul as my body gives in,
For what it feels like I am reaching the bottom of the cauldron.
Sinking.... Dragged down further than I can register in my delusional head...
…
…
….
The sweet cries of the violin are muffled down here.
I can hear the cello–
Oh,
The moon…
It shines down here.
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Nostalgia
I’ve recently found myself surrounded by memories. I have the habit of living in the past so this comes as no suprise. Only, that this time around, is the nostalgia of a time I don’t recall that well that is on my mind. A time where I only remember the feeling and not the image of those times. In sort of a sentimental nostalgia.
Take this as an example: my first day in orchestra class.
Visually what I remember is a L shaped room full of students and noise. They were tunning. Me and some other 5 students stood there not quite knowing what to do. The teacher/maestro walks in and the class gets quieter. Then the teacher - shout out to the best maestro ever, Alexandre Madeira - and he says: “As you might’ve noticed we’ve got some new people this year. Those who are new please stand up and say your name.” We looked at each other and stood up and each one of us, shyly, said our name and sat down. The maestro explained how the classes worked and we listened carefully.
I didn’t fall in love with the class right away. Firstly, because it ended at 8 pm in a friday, secondly because I felt like I didn’t belong to the big group, you know? Like I wasn’t part of the orchestra. But then this older girl that sat next to me in class started talking to me. She played the accordion and I play the cello and, despite that, she help me a lot and we became good friends. Since then I became excited to go to class, and, when I understood that I was part of it, I fell in love. When I understood that my sound made a diference in the whole of the orchestra, I fell in love.
Today that girl texted me inviting me and some of the people from those times to have a lunch someday. In the moment her name popped up in my screen all of those feelings and memories came rushing back and it was quite nice. I hope I remembered more things like the name of some of the people who played with me. I feel like I could’ve been their friend but 3 months after the episode I narrated, COVID hit us and I didn’t go to class for the next 2 years which was really sad.
Sentimentally, I have to say that I feel this sort of regret and pitty for not having enjoyed it more. Like as if I wished I had been born earlier and had been part of that for a longet time, I mean now I’m one the oldest member of the orchestra, next year I’ll be the oldest member. Everytime I walk into that classroom I feel what I felt that day only that now I wish I didn’t have to leave it even though I know it is time to let it go.
the way my jaw dropped at this bit
Bio & Stuff
So like everyone who read the description knows, this is a random blog dedicated to SUNSHINE because even when you want to cry about how bad you are at violin someone has to provide you with strength and it might as well be me.
Me: 19, she/her, very very tall, sfw only. Trying to be positive.
Now some of my interests. Twice + most ggs, and classical music! I play piano and violin.
Anime: Fullmetal Alchemist (manga, original, and brotherhood), Haikyuu! (kinda), the first twenty episodes of Hunter x Hunter (sorry), Ouran High School Host Club, & Death Note (only the manga).
Video Games: Breath of the Wild (& Age of Calamity), Skyrim (I suck), Octopath Traveler (god mode), Animal Crossing, Dragon Quest 11 (also god mode), Mario Kart (really suck), Super Smash Bros (but just me falling off), Ori and the Blind Forest, and some other Switch stuff.
TV: X Files (my favorite DOCUMENTARY), Downton Abbey, A Lot of Cooking Shows, etc. Also a bunch of movies.
Music: Chopin, Tchaikovsky, Ling Ling. Taylor Swift is the only pop I will listen to.
There will also be a lot of (bad) memes but if you like my humor then yay! Thanks. Feel free to ask me anything sfw. I will give (questionable) advice and I can chat. If you're in some fandoms I'm in, feel free to talk!
Note: This is a safe place for the LGBTQ+ community. No questions asked. I hope EVERYONE feels safe and respected, and if you have any questions/concerns, please bring it up kindly.
