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synthesis-music · 10 months
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Have never had one of these 3rd-slide-wirh-dump-slide assemblies be so stubborn about coming apart. Been prodding at it over the course of multiple days. I could just leave it stuck because the owner clearly has not been using it at all to get it this stuck in the first place, but I refuse to be bested.
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painted-bees · 4 months
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second favorite instruments
Raf and the violin are like man and limb, but in the recent...decade-ish...he's been playing guitar a lot more. He is fond of the bass, in particular.
Margie started on the keyboard piano due to a lack of other options and is technically more savvy with digital sounds/music than any traditional instrument... but she picked up brasswinds shortly after highschool--specifically trumpet and trombone.
Of those options, the ol' trombonie is definitely her favourite. It is very...her.
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deimos-awaits · 27 days
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Dreams of the Chaptermaster
My first little writing from Artificer Siderénia Teleiótita
Artificer Siderénia Teleiótita did not know where he was. This deeply concerned the Chaptermaster of the Ironsong, in a way the few other things did. He almost always knew at the very least where he was or what made his surroundings. To be so unprepared and unknowing of either was troubling. He was not wearing his armor that much he was sure of. The comfortable feeling of tons of ceramite was gone from his chest. It made them feel rather light and airy. The area around them was light and fragrant. Though covered in such a deep smoke or mist that it was hard to tell where anything was really. It reminded him of one of the poetdens on his homeworld of Astraea, at least on the side that devoted itself to the arts.
It took less than a minute for him to take stock of himself. He seemed to be wearing the robes and tunics common on the more wealthy parts of Astraea. He would rather have been in one of the old jumpsuits he had long grown accustomed to wearing. Further he wished that he had a mechandrite harness or any of his armor. Artificer Siderénia felt naked without it, especially without any knowledge exactly of where they were. The last thing that he could remember was celebrating a successful campaign against an eldar craftworld force with the Knightly House of Phobos and the First Deimos Explorator Fleet. The celebration was a subbed event, the heads of the three organizations, themself representing the Ironsong Chapter of Astartes, though he did indulge in specially acquired Fenrisian Ale. Maybe that was the mistake, and the ale imbibed by the sons of Russ. Warpcraft was his second supposition as to what was occurring though he was hoping that wasn't the case. The third most likely situation was he was dreaming.
Artificer Siderénia took one more moment to examine the air around him. It resembled the smoke clouds more often found on the poetdens of Astraea though unlike there, where a simple wave of the hand would result in more clear air with the incense brushing away and the ability to see whatever poet was crooning against the sound of brasswind instruments. He strode forward, though they were unable to out which direction they had initially started facing. Siderénia was confident enough though that the ground beneath was made of marble or some other similar stone. He bent down to feel it and it was as smooth and cold as they would otherwise expect. The smooth surface indicated some form of polishing and the as of yet unidentified light source seemed to confirm it was white stone with gold veining. Artificer Siderénia could Even see his own well kept beard and violet eyes in the reflection from the stone.It felt truly like he was in one of the more gaudy Emperor forsaken poetden. Upon recalling the simple fact about his homeworld’s musical traditions, a soft melody began to play in the air.
It sounded wrong, as if there was a faint hint of static with what was normally a live performance. The melody itself was strange and Artificer Siderénia did his best to try to appraise it before approaching. It seemed to be a strange melange of the work songs of his youth and the more restful ballads of a poetden though he could not make out any district words that either might have. He was put on high alert no matter where he was it was trying to put him at ease and failing.
If only he had his Omnissian power axe.
He was not often given to strong emotions, moderation and balance was after all key to his chapter's survival and thriving but he yearned for it now in this strange place. If this was the result of any of the Magi of Deimos they would learn why to never do this again. With little emotion visible he began to move towards whatever source of the music he could find. Damn Magos Aleph-Gimmel Bellerov-2.0 and her Fenrisian ale for addling their head enough they could not remember where they were. With a simple breath he moved forward, less a man moving forward but a rumbling mountain of steel, flesh, and ceramite moving forward in thundering footsteps. He never was one for subtly though there was an itching in the back of his head that wished that was more the case.
Artificer Siderénia kept walking until the smoke began to clear and his surroundings seemed to take a more solid form. The room they found themselves in was a similar amalgamation of all the poetdens he had ever been in. There was a stage at the edge of his vision where there was a youth of indeterminate gender - not uncommon on Astraea - crooning into a microphone hanging from the ceiling, tables spread out with small arrangements of flowers on them, gilded seats and incense burning everywhere. The song that youth with light hair and even paler skin was crooning was strangely difficult to focus on. There was also no band visible behind them to give the backing music. Dream or warpcraft Siderénia decided. Perhaps both. He was leaning towards dream given how most of the seats and tables present seemed suited to accommodate a man of his size and build and although that was not uncommon on Astraea due to it being his chapters homeworld but all of them being his size or larger? Strange.
He began to walk towards the youth on the stage. The fact that the youth either did not notice him despite seemingly being the only other person in the room or did not care that a nine foot tall transhuman was approaching was troubling. It was further troubling that the youth only had one breast whose swell was visible under their tunic. Warpcraft of what flavor was quickly becoming obvious to him.
Could he use any of the chairs here as a welcome? Were the chairs also similarly tainted? What would he have to do in order to escape this place? His thoughts began to march through his head in ordered fashion trying to discern exactly how to leave this warp spawned nightmare. The Ruinous Powers would not have him.
Siderénia was so focused on that he didn't notice at first the clapping congratulating the Youth's latest unintelligible song. The Youth took a bow before returning to croon in some language that was definitely no form of Gothic Siderénia had ever heard. He turned to see the source and perhaps find any other person here to find a giant of a man even by the standards of the Astartes. He has the same white hair as Siderénia, like the marbled floor and matching violet eyes. Siderénia’s hearts felt as if they had just stopped.
He yearned once more that he had his power axe.
It was impossible to deny who was sitting in front of him and Siderénia would not even begin to attempt to. The other man laughed. The laugh was far similar to the music playing. It was a thousand desires and dreams fulfilled all at once, and ten thousand desires left aching.
A few moments passed between them again with the smell of incense and the crooning threatening to overtake all of the senses. Siderénia simply stared, a gaze that in most cases would have caused any member of the Ironsong Chapter to shrink. The other person simply laughed again. “Hello darling. Are you enjoying the performance?”
Artificer Siderénia simply stared over more at the man begging the Emperor to be wrong about who this was.
“Well. Aren't you going to say something?” The other figure asked as if the few seconds, maybe even a minute, if that at most, of silence had begun already to bore him. The voice was similar enough to the laughing that it made him want to talk and respond. It was oozing with joy.
“No.”
The other man's broad smile seemed to twitch for a second. “Oh come on, Siderénia, you know you brought yourself here, won't you as least ask who I am? This is modeled after your homeworld after all.”
Siderénia glanced at the crooning Youth. Their performance though still entirely musical had begun to verge into a style that would have never been accepted on Astraea, Even given their relatively progressive standards. He looked back at the figure lounging in front of him. The tunic the other was wearing seemed to be made out of snake skin. “What would you have me say Fulgrim, snake, Gorgonbane?”
The Primarch of the Third Legion's face, Artificer Siderénia Teleiótita own Primarch, laughed again though there was no mirth this time. “First Rylanor, now you. Oh darling, darling. " Fulgrim tuted at him as if he was a child. "When I heard the little whispers the Imperium had decided to make a new chapter with my geneseed I just had to watch you know. It was so fascinating to watch you all grow.”
Artificer Siderénia Teleiótita stood as impassively and emotionless as any proud son of Ferrus Manus would. His chapter claimed their descent from the Gorgon. Now would be no different. “I hope you are disappointed.”
“Disappointed? Oh my dear son, Siderénia, I'm far from it. Your precious Ironsong has been an exemplary finishing force! And while the art you make tends to be more subdued, that can be fixed in time! I'm sure I can find a place for all mechanists.”
“No.” the world around Siderénia began to shudder and shake. It was like a hololith losing connection.
“No? Again that's really quite Dornian or even rather like… you haven't even heard my offer.”
“Snake, I want nothing of what you offer me.” Siderénia Teleiótita count feel the tug within him to submit to his primarch and do whatever the demon and but the chaptermaster held firm.
“I am your father,” Fulgrim stood now white hair cascading down in an impossibly beautiful wave. “I know what you have gotten up to with those Magi-”
Siderénia Teleiótita, against his better judgment, stepped forward and grabbed a chair as he did so. It was no Omnissian axe but it would have to do. “You are not my father. He is buried in Astraea’s soil, and though you are my primarch my allegiance is to the Emperor and Ferrus Manus.”
Fulgrim’s languid and easy attitude had swung towards anger and frustration. The entire poetden seemed to flicker into static. “I do not know by what Warpcraft you think you can escape but you will see,” and the human form he was talking fell away to reveal the demon prince beneath. Writhing scales and four arms reaching towards the all too human history master. “You are my children, you are not his!” one of Fulgrim's claws scratched his chin.
The Youth began to scramble and run off of the stage as the dream world was shaking.
Siderénia Teleiótita had no idea what Warpcraft was happening either. As far as he was aware no one even remotely close to them had access to warpcraft. He swung the chair at the daemon primarch ready to fight to his last here.
Then his eyes shot open.
Siderénia Teleiótita’s hearts were pounding and he was covered in sweat.
A familiar, though a tad forgettable Magos of Deimos, loomed over him. “Artificer Siderénia Teleiótita! Are you alright? Your heart beats were elevated, I was simply coming to ask for your presence at a meeting with the local planetary governor.”
Artificer Siderénia Teleiótita simply looked up at the Magos Tsephor-10.54 and attributed the headache to hangover as that dream faded almost instantly from memory. The rather fat techpriest had the strange ability to be almost forgettable while also unnerving. “I am fine. Aid me in putting on my armor and I will be there promptly.”
Siderénia Teleiótita did not notice the new scar on his chin.
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pawsitivevibe · 11 days
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The highest producing English Cocker Spaniel stud dog in North America was a tri-colour. He produced 126 champions, and many tri offspring and descendents. He completely changed the North American show ring from predominantly solid colours to parti-colours. And yet. People still consider tri an uncommon colour and never include it in anything to do with English Cockers.
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He is Arthur's great-great-great grandfather 3 times.
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swordwizard · 1 year
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The fact that the US military has an “epic” brasswind theme song is some of the most marvel-brained, soyjak, Zach Synder/Micheal bay ass cringe shit of all time.
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shekeepsmeworms · 3 months
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I think my biggest hatred of all the cosmetic surgery commercials I’ve been seeing lately stems from how “frown lines” are treated like this awful thing that we should avoid at all cost — when they’re literally just folds created from muscle use. I played brasswind instruments for 8 years while in elementary-high school, and this gave me some deep frown lines because I was, well, using those muscles a lot to make music. I was so incredibly insecure about it for so long, and now that I’m finally taking up horn again after a 7 year break, and I’m even more pissed that something that shows proof of my work and dedication to learning my craft and developing my tone and just making beautiful noise — is being sold to me as something to erase and fill with botchulism or collagen instead.
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trumpetsizzle · 1 year
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World's Hardest Trumpet Solo Of All Time
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caluwonicur · 2 years
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Made this paper snowflake using one of the makerspace’s laser-cutters.
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bydynomo · 3 years
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since there’s woodwind and brasswind I was curious if there’s a such thing as a glass wind instrument so I googled and discovered something called the “glass armonica” and it’s just a series of glass bowls and there’s a section called
purported dangers
and no duh you don’t have to explain to me the dangers of an instrument that’s just a stack of glass bowls
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blackflagstudio · 3 years
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@bandalamurga 🎶Al ritmo de los calaveras la luna se quema🎵 @blackflagstudio @matiasinfrasonido #blackflagstudio #brasswind #iquique (en Blackflag Studio) https://www.instagram.com/p/CR-lQLcrgp_/?utm_medium=tumblr
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synthesis-music · 4 months
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Why you shouldn't use something small and pointy to try removing a stuck piston.
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After a bit of work with a dent ball on a stick to smooth down the raised areas.
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Small solder patch to seal the hole. Still some small ridges because the sharp edges of the hole just did not want to completely flatten out — leverage is difficult when you can't really brace against anything due to needing to avoid warping the sides of the ports — but at least now it doesn't leak anymore.
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worldofpollux · 5 years
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“The Apple Cider Quartet”: ink and watercolor piece. #brasswind #brasswindquartet #frenchhornplayer #trombonist #trumpeter #tubaplayer #artistsoninstagram #dailypainting #illustration #drawing #watercolor https://www.instagram.com/p/B2hELKPAAZm/?igshid=1oxau7nd1jjx2
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Ok I’m actually passionate about this if you are just starting to play music and don’t know if you’re gonna get into it or not and you need a tuner and metronome we sell one that has both it’s by korg which is a good brand and it’s $30 ($46 with the clip on mic) which if you’re buying/renting an instrument and the shit you need to get started it’s one more thing you’ll be stuck with if it doesn’t pan out and it’s fucked up and I hate that So. Until you know you’re gonna stick w/ it literally there are so many tuner/metronome apps on the market and a lot of them are free or cheap and they’ll do just fine until you know you’ll need something more serious
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marchingband5ever · 7 years
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morningdre · 7 years
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Messin' around with the jazz rendition of Tale As Old As Time (Beauty And The Beast) by The Jazz Network since the live action movie just got released. Haven't watch it though, maybe this weekend...maybe.. . . . #music #musicgram #instamusic #instavideo #jazz #trumpet #brass #brasswind #like4like #bearsofindo #beautyandthebeast #disney #likeforlike #instalike #instagood #musicvideo #band #indomusikgram
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