#upright piano London

[pianomovers-fan]

#upright piano movers #upright piano london #london upright piano #upright piano movers london

[thegoblinwitch]

i miss being able (to continue to learn) to play the violin.....

it was one of the very few things that let my brain shut off and lose myself in the movement and music... i miss that feeling

#à propos de rien #i had to sell mine for some quick cash when i was living in limbo those months between leaving london and moving up to scotland #managed to find myself a cheap electric one once i was up here #since i was living in shared flats rather than a house #and continued to learn by myself because i didn't have the budget to take lessons anymore #then my fucking health happened #and just holding up the violin in that fucking position is a nightmare nowadays #and that's not even mentioning holding the bow and sliding my fingers on the strings #thinking of maybe trying to go back to the piano once i have my own place again #'cause it's easier to accommodate my needs #with a keyboard 'cause i won't have the space or budget for an upright #but not sure if i'll have that same feeling i had with the violin #kit's #diary

[livingmydreamlife5555]

MHA Dr #1

Name: Sora "Aaron" Senju Uchiha

Birthday: January 24

Height: 6'5"

Appearance: So his faceclaim is ^ but I also wanted him to look more like an Uchiha so he would have dark raven hair, like the Uchiha's in Naruto and the same eye color. Might make his hair a bit more curly

Voice claim: a deep male voice with a British accent. Think Hobie Brown and Howl Pendragon combined

Backstory: So long story short, in this reality I'm born in Japan but because I'm from two famous clans (half Senju, half Uchiha), my family moved to London and that's where I trained and I was homeschooled up until highschool. I move back to Japan a week before the entrance exam. Even though I could get in through recommendations, it would be more fun to go through the exams and take first place and put Bakugo in his place. I have two siblings who are twins and will grow up around Eri's age.

Quirk: Senju Sharingan (I'm horrible at names lol 💀) It's a unique quirk that combines the Uchiha clan's Sharingan and the regenerative abilities of the Senju clan. I'm also able to use Wood Release as well (For non-naruto fans, it's like a nature quirk with trees but more destructive).

Extra info -

So for my quirk, I can do ninjustu, learn taijutsu, and learn genjustu too. Instead of having to see people die to activate my sharingan, i just scripted I will have to train really hard and break my limits to get my sharingan and upgrade it too. Same goes for getting my mangekyo sharingan cause why would I give myself more trauma?

I scripted so many things for me being handsome it's not even funny 💀. I came there to steal attention and be hot and wanted, not to be a side character 🥱

I'm half Nigerian, half Japanese (fully Nigerian here). I know Japanese, Yuroba, Igbo, Chinese (or Mandarin), French, Spanish, English, Korean, and Italian

Skills: dance, bake, cook, sing, garden, play lots of instruments, do martial arts, ice skating, skating, thinking outside the box, roller skating, judo, teamwork, decision making, learning, listening, fighting, observing, problem solving, math, styling clothes, styling hair, taekwondo, karate, kung fu, exercising, mindfulness, meditation, flexibility, high stamina, learning choreography fast, good memory, hyper focus, Capoeira, muay thai, kickboxing

I play the violin, electric guitar, bass guitar, piano, trumpet, flute, upright bass, cello, and clarinet 🥱🥱

My mom is Tsunade and she's half Nigerian half Japanese. So is my dad. My siblings were born in London. We're rich and loaded, like Momo Yaoyurozu loaded. Might make myself even more richer than her.

My script in my Google docs is like 39 pages, and it's mostly full of extra stuff I scripted 🫣 but yeah if you want more questions, do ask away ✨I love yapping about my drs. The next three are coming your way 💁🏾‍♀️

@cocozydiaries 😉🫡

M-Honey out 🍯🍯

#reality shift #shifting community #shifting reality #anti shifters dni #black shifters #bnha shifting #mha shifting #my hero academia reality shifting #reality shifter #reality shifting #shiftblr #shifter #shifters #shifting #shiftinconsciousness #shifting antis dni #shifting blog #shifting motivation #shifting realities #shifting scenarios #shifting script #shifting to mha #shifting tumblr #shiftingrealities #shifttok #shifting consciousness #manifesting #Honey dr 🍯

[mwebber]

"I think I'm dreaming," says Mark Webber, eighteen year-old Almost Professional Racing Driver, as he dips the blonde in his arms under a harsh spotlight, the rest of their surroundings shrouded in darkness. He's in a suit—a nice, expensive one that he saw in a shop window while exploring London the other day and could never think of affording—and somehow, he knows how to dance.

"What makes you think this is a dream?" The blonde is a classic beauty, but their features flicker between masculine and feminine, like Mark's brain can't settle on who they might look like. Sometimes, she'll veer close to his manager's exasperated expression, or Kylie Minogue's smirk. After a blink, he'll look like a boyish rock star, some punk skater kid off the streets.

Their accent sounds distinctly German, though. What's with that?

Mark tugs the blonde upright again, and they go easily with the movement. Around them, the red fabric of their dress, or suit, or whatever, floats gracefully in the air, like they're in zero gravity. The two of them have been dancing on nothing. Nothing looks an awful lot like a pristine red carpet from his peripheral vision, and more like an ocean of stars when he glances down.

"Well," he smiles, rocking in place with his partner to a piano tune from nowhere. Something jazzy, but maybe it's not jazz. What does he know about jazz? "It's definitely not real."

Honestly, dancing without gravity isn't hard at all. He tries a twirl, and the blonde spins obligingly before joining their hands together once more.

"What does real mean?" asks the blonde, casually, as they sway. "What you're feeling and seeing, experiencing." Their faces are really very close. Is Mark so desperate for connection that he's dreaming of kisses now? "I think that's real."

The spotlight is narrowing. Mark can't see what's below them anymore, only knows there are supernovas and black holes and the greater cosmos because of the pressure pulling at his limbs from all directions.

He concedes: "So in my head, it's real."

With a disdainful sniff, his partner's face gains clarity, a camera lens twitching into focus. "If you like."

"Oh." Mark blinks. He's dancing with an angel. Stupid, for not realizing earlier. "I didn't mean to offend."

The angel shakes their head. "No offence taken," it offers, not unkindly.

"I was thinking about home before you came, is all." The explanation is a touch too hasty. He adds: "Just moved out, y'see, and I'm sleeping on the floor."

Something under their feet squishes unpleasantly. It's a lone star, none too happy with the way they've danced right onto it. Carefully, Mark guides them away, closer to an emptier strip of outer space.

"This is much nicer than missing home," the angel nods. "Like pin-up girls painted on planes from World War II."

"Exactly," Mark agrees without thinking. "Can I kiss you?"

Even the angel's laugh is beautiful. Maybe that was to be expected. The galaxies around them seem to shudder with delight at the sound.

"You'd kiss a stranger without asking their name?" Its smile is the stuff of—well. Dreams.

"Sorry." Sheepishly, Mark comes to a stop. Neither of them let go, perhaps both unsure if they're allowed to. "What's your name, angel?"

"Angel?" The blonde laughs again, and it's like new universes blossom into existence. "You're sweet. My name is Sebastian."

Planets and stars and moons align. The dark reaches of space have never felt more warm and inviting.

"Sebastian," Mark tries the word on his tongue, and finds he likes the way it rolls over his taste buds. He doesn't know too many Sebastians in his life. Where did he get the name from? "If we kissed, I think we could stitch the cosmos together."

This time, Sebastian's smile carries a tinge of regret. "I'm afraid it's more than space that separates us, my love."

"My love." That's absurd. But something about the endearment feels right, drifting in this endless ether together. "Kiss me anyway."

A kiss goodnight, or a kiss before the morning makes them part ways. Even a kiss to the cheek, Mark would covet and keep safely in his ribcage, tucked behind his heart until he returns to the earth. It's not every day one gets a blessing from an angel.

"Impertinent," remarks Sebastian as they lean in, but it's with a fondness that sounds like it's had millennia to cultivate.

When their lips finally meet, something clicks neatly into place at the back of Mark's mind. He's kissed this mouth before, a thousand times over and counting, in universes that unspool out and away. It's a little confusing at this moment in time: He will kiss this mouth a thousand times over. He was always going to.

When he opens his eyes, the empty walls of his shoebox apartment greet him. His back hurts. He's still fixed in the same cramped position he settled into before he fell asleep, buried in his sleeping bag. Already, his dream is receding to the depths of his subconscious, never to be accessed again.

But the ache of homesickness that's festered between his lungs since he stepped on the plane out of Australia is gone.

It feels something like stardust instead.

#my writing #landing strips in stars

[freddieraimbow74]

Where it all started for young Freddie 🎹

This humble Kirkwood piano is a true piece of history. It was in Freddie Mercury's Middlesex home in the mid '60s – shortly after his family arrived in England from Zanzibar. A teenaged Freddie played this piano while dreaming of the superstardom he'd achieve in just a few short years.

(Extracted from the card on the piano)

This incredible piece of Freddie history was on display at the Hard Rock Hotel in London

The piano was sold at Julien’s auctions for £18,750 on May 20, 2017

A letter from Freddie’s mum accompanied the auction to confirm its authenticity

To whom it may concern:

I Jer Bulsara the mother of Freddie Mercury confirm that the Kirkwood (London) upright piano as above being sold by Darayas Shroff and Farida Grout at Hamilton Road Feltham, Middlesex on the 22nd June 2006. It was occasionally played by my son while we lived in Hamilton Road in 1964

Jer Bulsara

#freddie mercury #queen band #brian may #roger taylor #jhon deacon #musique #music #queen #original character #j’adore

[wolfiemcwolferson]

I was doing my morning write and I turned on an old Top Songs playlist on Spotify and the first song was “Kiss You To Death” Alkaline Trio and I went...off script.

Yall enjoy the Piarles brain rot.

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The distance between the tiny apartment Pierre keeps outside of Cannes and Charles equally tiny apartment that he keeps in Monaco is 57.8 km. OR 1 hour and 13 minutes on his motorbike. Pierre knows it - can drive it in his sleep - but it’s been months. Months since he packed a backpack with whatever he picked up for Charles from whatever part of the world he had been in while he was gone and got to him as fast as he could.

This apartment - the place he and Alex wrote their second album, the one that got them out of playing pubs and open mics and battle of the bands - used to be one of his favorite places and now it feels hollow. 

Which is ridiculous because he and Charles never spent time here. They spent all their time together in Monaco because it’s Monaco and Pierre was afforded more privacy than even here. 

And Pierre secretly loved it. He loved the quiet rhythm of Charles life. His cat that slept curled up on top of the upright piano that Charles had shoved into what was meant to be the dining room. The squabbles they had over who had to take out the trash. The way Charles always reached for Pierre’s body before he even opened his eyes in the morning, smile splitting his face in half because Pierre was in his bed and not in a hotel bed around the world.

Yeah, they spent a magical two years in a bubble of come and go. Of believing that they could have everything without compromise. Of spending late nights on the phone and early mornings with Pierre screaming down the A8 on his motorbike to meet Alex at his place so they could work on the fourth album while the label screamed down their necks about it.

Pierre had thought they had it all and he hadn’t even noticed the first crack. The one that he thinks came after Pierre swore he’d be at a birthday party for one of Charles’ friends and then he had bailed via text. The lyrics were flowing and Alex was excited and it just...

Charles had forgiven him, of course. Had laughed and called him an asshole musician with that smirk on his face that Pierre loved to wipe off with a filthy kiss. 

Pierre had sworn it would never happen again, and it hadn’t. Not in that specific way. But it had happened again. A missed dinner. A phone call he never made because he was a little too tipsy after a night of partying. 

Until Charles told him through watery lashes and hiccuping sobs that Pierre needed to go. That he needed space. 

And then Pierre had spent a month on their LatAm leg in hell. Singing lyrics he wrote about Charles’ eyes and Charles’ lips and the way Charles’ would stay up and wait for him to come home to him and....then he spent four months hiding in Alex’s flat in London, writing and writing and writing until Lando had locked his laptop and his mixing board in a closet. 

He had been forced to think about it after that. He had to think about how Charles had been so crushed and how Alex told him he wanted to renegotiate their next contract. Maybe go independent - not like they needed a label’s backing anymore - and make their own tour schedules. Alex wanted to spend more time in England. (More time with George.) And Lando agreed. He wanted to travel for leisure - take photographs of something other than a tour bus. 

Pierre had said no, immediately. Because he had nothing to go home too. He had said it out loud. He had nothing to go home too.

Lando had rolled his eyes and shoved him - a little too hard and Pierre had tumbled over the back of the couch. “Go the fuck back to him you, asshole.” Lando had spit at him. “Don’t you see we’re doing this for you too.”

Pierre had instead flown back to Cannes and then kicked around the apartment and thought. He thought about Charles and how much he loved him. How six months ago, if Alex had suggested it, Pierre would have agreed without hesitation. Yes, he would have said. Let’s tour less. 

How the single best feeling in the world was Charles smiling over at him from across the bed before he even opened his eyes because Pierre was there with him.

And now he stands, jiggling the keys to his motorbike in his hand, staring at it. One hour and thirteen minutes up the A8. 

If Charles doesn’t let him up...he’ll do something dramatic like sell the Cannes apartment and move to London and he’ll make a solo album or something in between band projects. 

It’s one hour and thirteen minutes and he thinks the whole time about what he’s even going to say to Charles if he does open the door to his apartment and let him in. 

For someone who writes for a living...it’s startlingly awful - as in he has nothing. Nothing but the tiny carved bird that he had picked up from a street vendor while in Brazil. It had blue eyes. Pierre had picked it up, thinking about the thing Charles had said to him once. You always fly home to me.

It had been a punishment, maybe. He had stopped flying home to Charles so it had lived in the bottom of his luggage, sat in the little box the artist had packed it away in. 

It’s in his backpack now.

The drive is a damp. Pierre hadn’t checked the weather before he left and he is careful to watch where he drives, realizing that no one knows where he’s at. Which...isn’t like him. He always tells people when he’s on his bike so they expect to hear from him. 

He misses Charles. That’s all he knows. He misses him. It’s been six months of hell and he only wants Charles. He wants him in his heart and his skull and his blood and his bones and he will make it happen somehow. He will make Charles understand that he’s the one he wants to always be flying home to.

The lights of Monaco can’t distract him from his goal. The way he maneuvers through the streets with ease, pulling up to the garage of Charles’ apartment building. He tries his code with shaking fingers, cold and stiff. Zero-one-zero-three. The party where they met - Charles with a friend of a friend that knew Lando somehow. 

Pierre taking one look at him and resolving to take him home with him that night only to end up taking him to breakfast the next morning.

The gate beeps open and Pierre feels like falling apart, but he keeps it together enough to drive into the garage and park in the parking spot he was still technically paying for - a ridiculous thing he couldn’t stop payment on because if he did, it meant he was really walking away from Charles and he -

Pierre takes his helmet up with him. holding it by the chin strap, bouncing it off his leg as he walks, nervous and afraid. 

Everything looks exactly the same.

The elevator ride was a mistake. Pierre realizes. He should have taken the stairs because it’s hard to breathe in this tiny box when he still doesn’t know what he’s going to say to Charles. 

Take me back.

I missed you.

Please let me in.

No, nothing is good enough. Nothing can really explain to Charles that Pierre made a mistake and that he fucked away the best thing he’s ever had and he doesn’t really care if Charles throws him out in the morning (lie, he absolutely does) he just needs to kiss him, look at him, touch him, affirm that he’s real.

The bird.

Pierre dangles the helmet from his arm know, looping his wrist through the strap and pulling his backpack around his body so he can pull it out. 

The box is smashed in on one edge, but the bird inside is unharmed - Pierre had checked.

There’s something on the side of it - black and crusty. He thinks it might be mascara, but he’s not sure. He tries to pick it off now. 

Suddenly painfully aware that he doesn’t look his best. Hair matted down from his helmet and bags underneath his eyes. Nothing to be done about that. So, he takes the tiny bird from the box, balancing it on his palm at eye level before closing his fist around it so he can put the box back in his bag. 

It’s got to be enough.

The elevator pings open and he steps out into the hall that used to mean home. Charles would already have his door open, leaning against it, waiting on Pierre. Always waiting on Pierre to fly home to him.

Charles is there now and Pierre nearly goes to his knees. The code. Of course, Charles got a ping about the code being used. 

He’s in soft sleep pants, hanging low on his hips and a tank top, but he doesn’t look exhausted. He looks wired.

“Pierre.”

His name forces Pierre to keep walking.

The closer he gets though, the more his heart breaks. Charles is staring at him with careful consideration. 

Pierre walks all the way to the door. He wants to kiss him. He’s so beautiful. He’s so incredibly beautiful and it’s all he wants - to kiss him. 

Leo appears, yowling and winding his way around Charles’ legs, staring up at Pierre and Charles moves him back inside with the side of his foot gently because Leo has a tendency to bolt and Pierre is thinking of the night they spent chasing him down the stairwell. 

But when Charles looks back up, his eyes snag on Pierre’s outstretched hand. Palm flat and open right under his nose.

He has no words, only this bird with stone blue eyes. Flying home to Charles once again.

Charles pulls back a bit to look at it properly and Pierre watches the understanding wash over him. The bird. Pierre standing in his hallway looking like shit. 

“Pierre,” he says again, but this time it’s softer and sweeter and not at all like he had said it when he asked Pierre to go. 

“Pierre.” again, wrapping his hand around Pierre’s wrist before plucking the bird from his hand and then kissing Pierre’s open palm.

“I -” Pierre starts, but then his voice cracks. “I want to come home.”

Charles tugs him inside, shutting the door decisively. “Good.”

Pierre unravels then, letting it all spill out and Charles presses him against the door and kisses the tears from his face.

.

Pierre sells the Cannes apartment, but only because they need to move into a place where they can have a proper music room - no more piano shoved into the dining room. 

A room where Charles can teach lessons and Pierre can write and they can fill up the shelves they have built with all the little treasures that Pierre brings back home - birds of all kinds. Birds of stone and clay and wood and birds with shining blue eyes and birds with beautiful red feathers that Pierre insists are Charles and eventually...birds with tiny baby birds. 

#piarles #ficlet #f1 rpf #I give myself 90 minutes to write in the morning and this is what I did today #purely self indulgent #this is who I am now

[rockislandadultreads]

Picks for PRIDE: Queer Historical Romances

A Lady for a Duke by Alexis Hall

When Viola Caroll was presumed dead at Waterloo she took the opportunity to live, at last, as herself. But freedom does not come without a price, and Viola paid for hers with the loss of her wealth, her title, and her closest companion, Justin de Vere, the Duke of Gracewood. Only when their families reconnect, years after the war, does Viola learn how deep that loss truly was. Shattered without her, Gracewood has retreated so far into grief that Viola barely recognises her old friend in the lonely, brooding man he has become. As Viola strives to bring Gracewood back to himself, fresh desires give new names to old feelings. Feelings that would have been impossible once and may be impossible still, but which Viola cannot deny. Even if they cost her everything, all over again.

The Perks of Loving a Wallflower by Erica Ridley

As a master of disguise, Thomasina Wynchester can be a polite young lady—or a bawdy old man. Anything to solve the case. Her latest assignment unveils a top-secret military cipher covering up an enigma that goes back centuries. But when Tommy’s beautiful new client turns out to be the highborn lady she’s secretly smitten with, more than her mission is at stake... Bluestocking Miss Philippa York doesn’t believe in love. Her cold heart didn't pitter-patter when she was betrothed to a duke, nor did it break when he married someone else. All Philippa desires is to rescue her priceless manuscript and decode its clues to unmask a villain. She hates that she needs a man's help—so she’s delighted to discover the clever, charming baron at her side is in fact a woman. Her cold heart... did it just pitter-patter?

The Hellion's Waltz by Olivia Waite

It’s not a crime to steal a heart... Sophie Roseingrave hates nothing more than a swindler. After her family lost their piano shop to a con man in London, they’re trying to start fresh in a new town. Her father is convinced Carrisford is an upright and honest place, but Sophie is not so sure. She has grave suspicions about silk-weaver Madeline Crewe, whose stunning beauty doesn’t hide the fact that she’s up to something. All Maddie Crewe needs is one big score, one grand heist to properly fund the weavers’ union forever. She has found her mark in Mr. Giles, a greedy draper, and the entire association of weavers and tailors and clothing merchants has agreed to help her. The very last thing she needs is a small but determined piano-teacher and composer sticking her nose in other people’s business. If Sophie won’t be put off, the only thing to do is to seduce her to the cause. Will Sophie’s scruples force her to confess the plot before Maddie gets her money? Or will Maddie lose her nerve along with her heart?

The Pursuit Of... by Courtney Milan

What do a Black American soldier, invalided out at Yorktown, and a white British officer who deserted his post have in common? Quite a bit, actually. • They attempted to kill each other the first time they met. • They're liable to try again at some point in the five-hundred mile journey that they're inexplicably sharing. • They are not falling in love with each other. • They are not falling in love with each other. • They are… Oh, no. The Pursuit Of… is about a love affair between two men and the Declaration of Independence. It’s a novella of around 38,000 words.

#Romance #Queer Romance #LGBTQIA #PRIDE #books for PRIDE #historical romance #queer historical romance #lgbtq characters #lgbtq books #lgbtq #to read #tbr #reading recommendations #book recs #Book Recommendations #library books #highly recommend #Highly Rated #booklr #booktok #book tumblr #reading list

[miksweety]

“Ravens are the birds I'll miss most when I die. If only the darkness into which we must look were composed of the black light of their limber intelligence. If only we did not have to die at all. Instead, become ravens.”

Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum

My dark-folk album DARK NATURE drops today (Halloween) 🎶 ethereal singing, haunting melodies, baroque piano. Recorded raw & live in one take through vintage 70’s mics, a 1971 Yamaha U1 upright piano and 100% analogue recording.

Photo: Ben Wulf

Styling: Chloe Haywood London

#white raven #dark nature #dark folk music #the raven #death #louise erdrich #the painted drum #singer songwriter #baroque pop #rococo style #rococo hair #baroque corset #corsetry #bolero #dusty roses #Tori Amos #Kate bush #piano fugue #Apollo coronas #analogue recording #live album #piano vocals

[thekingofgear]

Are the guys doing the synth sounds when recording with a DI or are they playing the sounds through an amp and record that with a mic? At least they have to do that live which leads to my main question: What kind of amp do they usually use? For example the amp Thom uses for the Smile live shows build below his Prophet 5.

When Radiohead play live, all synthesizers are DI. The output of the synths is processed by the FOH mixing desk, then played through the PA speakers. The same is true for Thom’s solo shows and the current The Smile tour. However, keyboard instruments are mic’d, namely the Kemble upright piano and the Rhodes electric piano. It’s also worth noting that on more recent tours, Radiohead’s FOH engineer Jim Warren has used plugins to process the band, so he may run the DI output of the synths through speaker or amp simulators on certain songs.

A screenshot of Jonny playing the Sequential Prophet-5 synthesizer during Speech Bubbles at Amsterdam's Paradiso on May 27, 2022 (karindgr). The pedals sitting next to the keyboard are a Peterson StroboStomp HD tuner and an Earthquaker Devices Avalanche Run Delay/Reverb.

On the recent The Smile tour, the amplifier beneath the Sequential Prophet 5 Rev4 is in fact part of the Rhodes Suitcase electric piano. Radiohead have brought a Rhodes for every tour since 1997, and they always bring its amplifier cabinet, so clearly they consider it to be a core part of the Rhodes sound.

So far on the Smile tour, only Jonny has played the Prophet 5, so may be his synth. They probably brought the Prophet so that Jonny could stay in his part of the stage during Speech Bubbles. That's the only song where Jonny plays a synth with his hands — though he plays his Oberheim SEM synth using a set of MIDI foot pedals on a bunch of songs, and on this tour he even started using the pedals during The Opposite. The Oberheim is also connected with a DI box to the FOH mixer.

During The Smile’s shows at London’s Magazine in January, Jonny played Speech Bubbles on the Dave Smith Prophet ’08 that is now part of Tom Skinner’s area of the stage. In a January 28 rehearsal video for the Magazine shows, you can see a set of six DI boxes under the music stand for the band’s synths.

The screenshot is blurry, but you can still see six Radial J48 Active DI boxes on the bottom of the synthesizer stand. Four of the boxes are for the four voices of the eurorack synthesizer case. The last two boxes are for the stereo outputs of the DSI Prophet ’08 synth (after it runs through a Strymon Timeline delay).

Obviously, using an active DI box per channel does get expensive. For those with a lower budget, passive DI boxes can get the job done too. Options like the Radial ProD2 offer multiple DI channels in a single box, and the channels can be used for anything, not just for stereo inputs. A passive DI can cause tone loss when used directly after a passive instrument like an electric guitar, but that can be solved by putting a buffered pedal between the guitar and the DI box.

Studio Recording

In studio, they use a combination of DI and various amplifiers and speakers, all just depending on the song. Photos suggest that they tend to prefer DI sounds, but Nigel may re-amp certain keyboard parts during mixing (a fancy way of saying he plays the DI recording through a mic’d speaker).

As an example, here’s a photo of Jonny in the Round Room at Tottenham House, from during the recording of Radiohead’s In Rainbows. Jonny has the Baldwin DS-50 amplifier running into a Ashdown ABM 300 C110 combo bass amplifier. However, Nigel is not mic’ing the amp directly — instead, he has a Neumann microphone pointed at the ceiling to record the natural reverberation in the domed marble room. He’s likely also recording the direct output of the keyboard, but it’s hard to tell with all the wires. Jonny also has a pair of Shure MDR headphones connected the Mackie 1202-VLZ3 mixer, as we discussed in this post.

#The Smile #Radiohead #Thom Yorke #Jonny Greenwood #Tom Skinner #Speech Bubbles #The Opposite #a light for attracting attention #In Rainbows #Nigel Godrich

[burlveneer-music]

Flock - s/t LP - also out today, this 5-way collaboration of Bex Burch, Sarathy Korwar, Danalogue, Al MacSween and Tamar Osborn (Strut)

Flock is a brand new collaboration between five leading musicians from London's open-minded jazz and experimental scenes: Bex Burch (Vula Viel), Sarathy Korwar, Dan “Danalogue” Leavers (Soccer96, The Comet Is Coming), Al MacSween (Maisha) and Tamar Osborn (Collocutor). Gathering together at The Fish Factory in London Summer 2020, the approach was to try something fresh. “I wrote texts as scores for the session and the emphasis was on breathing and listening to each other,” explains Bex Burch. “Improvisation is composition in itself,” continues Burch, “so although the music was freely improvised, we sometimes chose to stay on form and rhythm, repeating melodies and groove. As Dan commented on the day, we ‘murmurated’. The expansive 13-minute piece ‘How Many Are One’ on the album is the perfect example, a collective following and leading as the music developed.” “Some of the band had actually never met in person before the session. We played virtually together for the Boiler Room. So every moment in this process has been a new journey into the unknown. It goes to show that we were never in control even when we thought we were, and yet we made it. Everyone came, breathed and brought openness of heart, ears, lungs and wings.”  Bex Burch: gyil, vibraphone, bass drum, shakers, bells, gong, snake drum, electronics Sarathy Korwar: drums, tabla Danalogue: fender rhodes, roland juno-60, upright piano, roland SH-09 bass synth Al MacSween: prepared piano, piano, moog sub37 Tamar Osborn: bass clarinet, flute, soprano sax, EHX deluxe memory boy Artwork is based on an exclusive new illustration piece by Muhammad “Rofi” Fatchurofi.

#flock #uk #jazz #improvised music #bex burch #tamar osborn #danalogue #sarathy korwar #al macsween #2022

[pianomovers-fan]

#upright piano movers #upright piano london #london upright piano #upright piano movers london #grand piano movers

[pianotunerwolverhampton]

Tuning a 'Murdoch' Upright Piano dating from 1927. This instrument was made by John Spencer of London.

Piano Tuner Wednesfield, Wolverhampton 🎹

www.matthewjamesrichards.co.uk

#piamo #pianotuner #wolverhampton #pianist #music #wednesfield

#Wednesfield #piano #piano tuner #piano tuning #piano music #pianist #upright piano #piano tuners #wolverhampton #music #piano tuner wolverhampton

[caseysfurniture]

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[harleychick91]

I think it’s safe to say that I’ll enjoy all three of the books in the Feminine Pursuits series by Olivia Waite. The first being The Lady’s Guide to Celestial Machines. The narrator Morag Sims brings all the characters to life. I will admit, this one took a bit longer for me to enjoy because I just finished The Lady’s Guide and missed those characters. But soon enough, Maddie and Sophia stole my heart.

It's not a crime to steal a heart...

Sophie Roseingrave hates nothing more than a swindler. After her family lost their piano shop to a con man in London, they're trying to start fresh in a new town. Her father is convinced Carrisford is an upright and honest place, but Sophie is not so sure. She has grave suspicions about silk-weaver Madeline Crewe, whose stunning beauty doesn't hide the fact that she's up to something.

All Maddie Crewe needs is one big score, one grand heist to properly fund the weavers' union forever. She has found her mark in Mr. Giles, a greedy draper, and the entire association of weavers and tailors and clothing merchants has agreed to help her. The very last thing she needs is a small but determined piano-teacher and composer sticking her nose in other people's business. If Sophie won't be put off, the only thing to do is to seduce her to the cause.

Will Sophie's scruples force her to confess the plot before Maddie gets her money? Or will Maddie lose her nerve along with her heart?

#lesbian fiction #women loving women #historical fiction #lesfic #olivia waite #TheHellionsWaltz #must read #books and reading

[funcoolchickie]

I've watched and enjoyed his videos for years of him playing for the elephants, and they genuinely love it!! Paul Barton, who studied at London's Royal Academy of Arts, takes and plays his acoustical upright living room piano there out in the open and the elephants at the Elephants World sanctuary can and do choose to come right up to him and calmly stand there listening to him play, and enjoy the beautiful music. And sometimes they even "sing" along! 🎶🥰🐘❤️

* His YouTube channel which features these videos and lots of other music - https://youtube.com/@PaulBartonPiano

* Here's a short video where a couple of elephants stop to listen and sing along - https://youtu.be/SFIT87yPNYk?si=eqX5Y8kPBcey4pbT 😍🐘🎶

#Paul Barton #Piano music #Elephants #Elephants World sanctuary in Thailand

[ripdenbrough]

@witchoflegends said: 📂 📂 📂 📂 📂

001. there is not one room in bill's houses that don't have at least one bookshelf. he likes to say he owns every book under the sun, but he really doesn't. the shelves are full of mainly books, yes, stacked in funny manners that make it impossible to even grab, but there is at least one section in the music rooms of each house that have at least one shelving section full of sheet music, old manuscripts, and books about classical music and their composers.

002. while we're on the topic of bill's houses, both music rooms are complete with full-sized steinway grand pianos that he plays for at least ten minutes a day, or tries to. other instruments he owns are flutes, piccolos, violins, cellos, basses (electric and upright), guitars, mandolins, trumpets, and french horns. he also has a full-size marimba, but this is only located in his los angeles house.

003. he's a big fan of alpine skiing and enjoys doing it as a regular winter sport, especially while he's in london since los angeles basically doesn't get snow at all.

004. while he's sometimes seen with reading glasses on, he does in fact have a prescription for optical lenses. he actually uses them 99% of the time, but some days when he's feeling stubborn or running late he'll just grab his reading glasses and stuff them in his bag or hang them on the collar of his shirt.

005. while he's an author, bill is also very academically interested in specific types of scientific research, specifically neuroscience, biochemistry, endocrinology, and marine biology. he has an entire folder, usually brought with him between houses (and countries), full of printouts of studies and journal articles with information about these topics for him to read for leisure. he also is known to incorporate his findings into a lot of his fictional literature.

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