I want to go to this exact point and run around it saying “I’m in Sweden!” I’m in Finland!” “I’m in Norway!” until I get tired
i aspire to great things in life
According to Google Maps, that point is in the middle of a small lake.
So we’ll do it in January when it’s frozen.
actually that’s why they’ve helpfully dropped a big-ass cement block with a bridge surrounding it in the middle of the lake: for the express purpose of doing what OP aspires to do
“1/4? Really? Who writes a measure of ¼. WHY would you write a measure of ¼?” “Because fuck you that’s why.”
“I will literally trade you my sandwich for that practice room.” “Dude you should eat your lunch.” “I won’t be able to eat it if my teacher decapitates me for not practicing JUST TAKE IT.”
“I always wanted to look inside the percussion room. It’s like Narnia, but noisier.”
“Satan created piccolos to punish the trumpets for their pride.”
“I’m thinking about dropping music history.” “But why, don’t you need that class?” “Yes but half of it is non-music majors and two people were having a discussion about why there were hashtags at the beginning of the music.”
“So my teacher convinced me to take the History of Rock and Roll over the Summer but it was an online course and he found the webcam filters and inevitably the first unit ended up being taught by a talking dinosaur on my webcam. This man teaches college theory.”
“SHH. Don’t say the theory teacher’s name. He’s like Beetlejuice. If you say it three times he’ll appear behind you and fuck your shit up.”
“I found out Mozart had a butt fetish and I’m never going to be able to stop calling him Mozfart.”
“If I see a drink within 100 feet of that Steinway I will track you down and beat you with my harpsichord.”
“Theres no way a tuba can fit in that tiny ass locker.” “Not with that attitude.”
~somebody accidentally slams the piano keys with the backpack~ “Same.”
“It’s just simple stomps and claps.” “I’m a SINGER. If I could stomp and clap don’t you think I’d be SOMETHING ELSE?!”
“It’s a simple repetition.” “You’re a simple repetition.” “Shut the fuck up.”
Me (drunk in a practice room at 3am because I wanted to see how it felt to play trombone when I can’t feel my face. Also, I’m slamming the piano keys with my forearms): FUCK YOU I’M HENRY COWELL
The band room is next to the choir room and it was quiet for .3 Seconds before I heard “SHOVE THAT TUBA UP YOUR ASS PICK UP SOME BETTER BRASS” like idk
… this has made me so nostalgic I can’t even. Also I want to take that history of R&R class.
Also the bit about the Steinway was probably a teacher.
You know, seen from a certain point of view, “Do You Hear What I Hear?” is a song about a really weird game of Telephone.
The Night Wind tells the Little Lamb about a star.
The
Little Lamb, understandably freaked out by the fact that the sky is
talking, runs to the Shepherd Boy going “The sky is talking! It’s got a
big voice!” (and, based on what I know of sheep, probably also “Will it
eat me?!” and “Can I eat it?”)
And then it goes off the rails.
The Shepherd Boy stomps off to tell the Mighty King (and how well
connected is this kid, anyhow? He just shows up at the palace, waves to
the guards, walks on in) that there’s a child shivering in the cold and
we should bring him silver and gold (We? Does this kid have silver and gold on hand, too? Which…might explain the ease of getting an audience, actually…)
At
no point does the Shepherd Boy mention that his source of information
is a possibly delusional sheep, which, okay, I might not bring that up
to begin with, either. But how does the Shepherd Boy know any of this?
The Lamb is still back in the field babbling about a voice in the sky
talking about stars. Where did the child come from? Did the Shepherd Boy
make a detour and find all this out? Why even bring the Lamb into it,
in that case? And why is the Mighty King going “Whoa! One of my peasants
just waltzed in to tell me about a disadvantaged child? THIS MEANS
PEACE AND LIGHT!”
Honestly, if you’re that easily impressed, you
have to figure that a new faith gets founded in the kingdom practically
daily. “Your Majesty, the washerwoman’s here and she says there’s a fish
in the stream with a–” “ALL HAIL DAGON!”
Look, I know it’s a
Christmas carol, I am just saying that the narrative does not follow
logically from the Night Wind talking about stars to the King informing
the populace that there’s a new religion in town. There are some gaps.
…yes, I am also really, really annoying to sit next to at movies.
Kimchi and Justice 