#which is so funny bc different brands measure differently anyway

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Rico Royal 3s >>>>>> Vandoren 3s

I said what I said ! !

#jess rambles #sillyposting #today’s infodump is about reeds #for context ​this is about saxophone reed brands and the near universal recommendation of vandoren reeds to players #I won’t stand for the vandoren elitism! ! !! #Ricos are easier to play I don’t even care if they’re fOr StUdEnTs #also the shame about reed strength is so annoying like #it gets beat into your head that if you play a strength under a 3 you’re a pussy basically #which is so funny bc different brands measure differently anyway #for example a vandoren 3 is probably closer to a Rico Royal 2.5 strength #so I’ve always gotten Rico 3s to avoid teasing about playing on a 2.5 #but I wonder if I would like vandorens better if I did try a 2.5 #vandoren 3s are just too hard for me personally #I can play on them it’s just tiring and sounds worse #okay now I’m talking myself into trying a vandoren 2.5 out of curiousity. go home everyone post failed LMAO #I just put some 2.5s in my cart and my ego is screaming at me #death to you ego. perish.

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ooh hey I've got something for you: your characters as lines from Siken poems :))))

THIS IS MY WHOLE PERSONALITY AND BRAND IN AN ASK THANK U FOR THIS HOT DANG OK

(also this was really fun and I learned something about my characters from this so thaaanks)

It’s under the cut bc this is LONG

Jess - wishbone

You saved my life he says I owe you everything.You don’t, I say, you don’t owe me squat, let’s just get going, let’s just get gone, but he’s           relentless,keeps saying I owe you, says Your shoes are filling with your own damn blood,you must want something, just tell me, and it’s yours.          But I can’t look at him, can hardly speak,I took the bullet for all the wrong reasons, I’d just as soon kill you myself, I say.You keep saying I owe you, I owe…but you say the same thing every time.          Let’s not talk about it, let’s just not talk.Not because I don’t believe it, not because I want it any different, but I’m always savingand you’re always owing and I’m tired of asking to settle the debt.          Don’t bother.You never mean it anyway, not really, and it only makes me that much more ashamed.There’s only one thing I want, don’t make me say it, just get me bandages, I’m bleeding,          I’m not just making conversation.(…)Do you want it? Do you want anything I have? Will you throw me to the groundlike you mean it, reach inside and wrestle it out with your bare hands?          If you love me, you don’t love me in a way I understand.

Shadow - Planet of Love

Imagine this:You’re pulling the car over. Somebody’s waiting.You’re going to diein your best friend’s arms.And you play along because it’s funny, because it’s written down,you’ve memorized it,it’s all you know.I say the phrases that keep it all going,and everybody plays along.Imagine:Someone’s pulling a gun, and you’re jumping into the middle of it.You didn’t think you’d feel this way.There’s a gun in your hand.It feels hot. It feels oily.

Diana - Little Beast

In the living room, in the broken yard,in the back of the car as the lights go by. In the airportbathroom’s gurgle and flush, bathed in a pharmacy ofunnatural light,my hands looking weird, my face weird, my feet too far away.I arrived in the city and you met me at the station,smiling in a waythat made me frightened. Down the alley, around the arcade,up the stairs of the buildingto the little room with the broken faucets, your drawings, all your things,I looked out the window and saidThis doesn’t look that much different from home,because it didn’t,but then I noticed the black sky and all those lights.

Melody - Visible World

The dawn was breaking the bones of your heart like twigs.You had not expected this,the bedroom gone white, the astronomical light pummelingyou in a stream of fists.You raised your hand to your face as ifto hide it, the pink fingers gone gold as the lightstreamed straight to the bone,as if you were the small room closed in glass

Ricky - Snow and Dirty Rain

We have not touched the stars,nor are we forgiven, which brings us backto the hero’s shoulders and the gentleness that comes,not from the absence of violence, but despitethe abundance of it.

Bonus: The entire novel - Editor’s Pages: The Definitive Version

Imagine a story where everything goes wrong, where everyone has their back against the wall, where everyone is in pain and acting selfishly because if they don’t, they’ll die. Imagine a story, not of good against evil, but of need against need against need, where everyone is at cross-purposes and everyone is to blame.

Bonus 2.0: OTP: put them on me if you want to - Editor’s Pages: The Long and Short of It

We dream and dream of being seen as we really are and then finally someone looks at us and sees us truly and we fail to measure up. Anyway: story received, story included. You looked at me long enough to see something mysterioso under all the gruff and bluster. Thanks. Sometimes you get so close to someone you end up on the other side of them.

#Anonymous #tcm #siken #this is so cool thank you for this Ask