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Post by DarkfireTaimatsu on Mar 11, 2009 1:42:47 GMT -5
=\ I have a hug here if you need it. (Ask anyone in the IRC chat.)
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Post by ltfred on Mar 11, 2009 1:44:09 GMT -5
Sortened story about trombone playing. The trombone's just NOT a shy instrument. Same thing happened to me: I was shy after leaving all of my freinds at my old primary school and I took three years at get any at my secondary school, which was when I really started to make a bit of noise in band, with said freinds (we were a tight lower brass section). BTW, Cashidhe, you look like a slightly older version of my girlfreind. She's Swedish/Russian/German, and she's got the whole long redish brunette hair going on plus the same shaped face.
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Post by amindfarfaraway on Mar 11, 2009 4:22:55 GMT -5
First, I would like to admit to the world wide web that I am wrong. Jessica Biel is not the most beautiful woman in the world. Cat is. Second, as far as super powers go, I pretty much have the entire bible memorized. Is that a super power? For most people, it would be pathetic, but I'm an Aspie and had spent most of my life as a xtian, so it just kind of happened. Then there's also the numbers thing. I memorize debit card PIN numbers and phone numbers by weird mathematical formulas and visualizing the numbers on number pads forming pictures and symbols. Somehow, though, I doubt these are real super powers. OH; I can pee on command. Really. That might help.
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Post by schizophonic on Mar 11, 2009 7:42:54 GMT -5
The trombone's just NOT a shy instrument. Same thing happened to me: I was shy after leaving all of my freinds at my old primary school and I took three years at get any at my secondary school, which was when I really started to make a bit of noise in band, with said freinds (we were a tight lower brass section). Trombone wasn't even really my choice of instrument. I have trouble operating things that require two hands because my hands mirror one another. So something where one hand was stationary was a real benefit. But it did benefit me in the long run. Side note: You're a trombonist? That's weird. I know Ironbite is one, too. I haven't touched mine in years; once I developed enough control over my mirroring problem to be a competent guitarist, I kind of lost interest. Side note, my first band (as in rock) was comprised of four brass players and a drummer. We just all played other instruments (except me and the drummer...I sang, he hung around with musicians...*rimshot*).
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Post by Vene on Mar 11, 2009 9:44:49 GMT -5
*hugs for Napoleon and Caitshidhe*
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Post by ironbite on Mar 11, 2009 14:35:35 GMT -5
What is it with the internet and the low brass/wind section? Seriouslly!
Anyways, I didn't go to either of my proms. I went out reffing soccer instead.
Ironbite-didn't miss a thing cause well...I'm lame like that.
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Post by schizophonic on Mar 11, 2009 14:45:22 GMT -5
What is it with the internet and the low brass/wind section? Seriouslly! We're all a bunch of blowhards?
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Post by ltfred on Mar 11, 2009 20:35:59 GMT -5
Side note: You're a trombonist? That's weird. I know Ironbite is one, too. I haven't touched mine in years; once I developed enough control over my mirroring problem to be a competent guitarist, I kind of lost interest. My dad is actually a trombone teacher. Once, long ago, he was proffessional. That's how my parents met. I, however, have no interest in going down that road- it leads to financial uncertainty and poverty and that's only if yoiu're really, really good and practise really hard. I'd prefer financial uncertainty and poverty without all the work. I'm really a singer, particularly choral/operatic singer. But I want to work in newspapers. I played trombone at high school last year, and I might keep playing in the uni big band, perhaps. Side note, my first band (as in rock) was comprised of four brass players and a drummer. We just all played other instruments (except me and the drummer...I sang, he hung around with musicians...*rimshot*). Both a singer joke and a drummer joke at once. Lol.
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Post by schizophonic on Mar 11, 2009 22:00:12 GMT -5
My dad is actually a trombone teacher. Once, long ago, he was proffessional. That's how my parents met. I, however, have no interest in going down that road- it leads to financial uncertainty and poverty and that's only if yoiu're really, really good and practise really hard. I'd prefer financial uncertainty and poverty without all the work. I'm really a singer, particularly choral/operatic singer. But I want to work in newspapers. That's cool that he was a pro, though. I don't think I could ever pull it off. I don't love the instrument enough. On the other hand, I think it's really cool that he did. I'm still working on pulling together a band, but it would be rock and folk, since I never did the choir thing. Closest I come is my love for Freddie Mercury. Still wouldn't be a profession. I've been getting a share of my income from freelance journalism, but it doesn't pay well enough for me to do it, especially with all the papers in dire straits these days. I do what I can. If I could have worked a guitarist joke in at the same time, I would have.
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Post by Redhunter on Mar 12, 2009 1:21:56 GMT -5
Do you find that that mistrust keeps popping up? I'm years out of high school, but I still feel like anybody who says or does anything nice for me either wants something, or is trying to disarm me so they can do something horrible down the line. I find the sad thing is that most people DO fall into those categories... I'm not saying there aren't good folks, I think there are a lot of you right here, but most people suck. Just try not to worry so much about what other people are thinking, especially if they aren't interacting with you. So who gives a fuck WHAT that dick/bitch/asshole at the counter at the store thinks? Or some random shlub on the street? Fuck 'em. I don't need to impress every stranger who is going to forget about my existence within two minutes of seeing me in public. I mean, I see hundreds of new fuckers every day, I don't remember a damn one of them and they don't remember me. Fretting over what they MIGHT think is a ginormous waste of my energy especially when I could be thinking about things I like. I have a small coterie of good people that I enjoy, I don't need a billion friends. Most people will NOT be my friend and I'm good with that fact. Confidence comes with experience. I know, experience goes better if the confidence is there, but that's the rub I suppose. If it were easy we'd all be happy. I'd still rather stand at the end of my life with a mixed bag full of regrets and pleasure than an empty one.
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Post by Redhunter on Mar 13, 2009 3:27:18 GMT -5
What is it with the internet and the low brass/wind section? Seriouslly! We're all a bunch of blowhards? Really? Then I need to find me a redheaded trombone... tromboner? Trombonist? Trombone handler? At any rate, someone good at tromboning.
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Post by schizophonic on Mar 13, 2009 7:25:38 GMT -5
Really? Then I need to find me a redheaded trombone... tromboner? Trombonist? Trombone handler? At any rate, someone good at tromboning. Trombonist. And it really does build up your lungs...
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Post by Redhunter on Mar 13, 2009 7:58:30 GMT -5
Really? Then I need to find me a redheaded trombone... tromboner? Trombonist? Trombone handler? At any rate, someone good at tromboning. Trombonist. And it really does build up your lungs... Well blow me down, I like a nice set of lungs...
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Post by schizophonic on Mar 13, 2009 8:04:58 GMT -5
That's what comes from blowing through eight feet of brass....
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Post by Vene on Mar 13, 2009 10:04:05 GMT -5
Really? Then I need to find me a redheaded trombone... tromboner? Trombonist? Trombone handler? At any rate, someone good at tromboning. Trombonist. And it really does build up your lungs... Tromboner. We always called you guys tromboners.
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