December Music
Explore Posterous
Search posterous
Search all posts and users. Type a name, type a favorite song title, whatever! See what comes up.
More posterous blogs
Here are posterous posts filed under flute...
That Broccoli Sure Sounds Delicious (Literally)!!!: Fun Eco Instruments [Video] http://tr.im/FbpQ
A "green" take on a holiday hymn for all you pre-mature holiday revelers.
dream, Thu 29/10/09
Again, I was going to fail some English exam in high school. I'm supposed to have read the same book I haven't finished reading in all the dreams I've had recently. I think it's a non-fiction book, and I've missed a lot of class in the second semester.
I try to call this horrible person I was semi-seeing last year. He changes his number without telling me. I call the old number and get a very angry woman instead. She is mad at this guy too - he used to live as her housemate and has left her suddenly without giving appropriate funds. I am staying in this beautiful mansion. My family are there - and because the house is so large, I don't get to see them much. My mother has booked some sort of compulsory family holiday while I'm supposed to have my English exam which I know I shall fail. It takes me quite some wrangling to get out of going. I find out that my brother is cheating on his wife - he's found a girlfriend. I'm furious. I voice these misgivings with my mother who says that all men are supposed to stray after a while. I say, what, even though his wife is expecting a child? Mum says especially so. I am disgusted with my brother and decide I don't ever want to see him again. I say that I will be out of this mansion as soon as my exams are over. My brother decides I am too degenerate to sleep on this special mattress he paid money for. The mattress is made of foam and is breaking up. I accuse my brother of being a fucking hipster and say fine, I don't want anything to do with you. * * *I'm still in this weird mansion and apparently I have a new boyfriend, a friend I met on Twitter. This apparently helps me decide I want to be with my current real-life partner, who I keep trying to reach via the phone but can't get hold of him. * * * I'm trapped in some weird fairytale setting. and I think I'm an old woman. They are conspiring to kill me. What they don't know is that because I have been bitten several times by this particular snake, I'm now immune to its venom. It ends up killing them instead - that being a man dressed in a beautiful flamenco red dress and a young woman. Then suddenly I'm in Singapore with a bunch of people. One of them stops because she wants to buy Shu Uemura. A man comes up to me to talk to me. He looks like Marc Jacobs. We get shuffled off and I say goodbye to him, marvelling over the Shu Uemura cleansing oil packaging. A cute Asian girl gives me an eyeshadow palette which comes with cute soft toys. * * *
Back to the old woman. I turn these quasi Greek monsters into books. The library gets mad because I don't return them to the library. I'm confused, as I tell them, they weren't books before. I meet another girl who tells me I remind her of a heroine in the Chaos Revelations series. I tell her I will look them up in the library. I do so and am confronted by my old schoolfriend Andrea. She wants to go to another section of the library. I shrug and say fine, do what you want. I find the Chaos Revelations series and there are more than four volumes and they appear to be graphic novel adaptations of Shakespeare's plays. I go to another section of library and begin composing a tune on my flute, and writing variations upon the tune. I introduce T to some people from EMS. Em comes up to me and tells me mean Luke will stay overseas forever and that someone else, either Rob or Felix are coming home early. She thinks I'll be sad and then I say, I'm glad Luke is gone forever, and wager a lot of other people are too.
Suinga Bebeto Brasil mp3s, eMusic.com
via emusic.com
The only thing I have by flautist Bebeto in my library is the searingly awesome "Princesa Negra de Angola." Looking forward to this 2009 release. Nice blurry dancers in the background.
dream, Mon 7/9/09
(I'm sick again, so I've been dreaming lots. Here's last night's one.)
I had my flute out, and was wanting to play Prokoviev's flute sonata (which I might add is ridiculously difficult). I had my regular flute out and was in a building that reminded me of B Block in high school. I set up my music stand to play and for some reason, all four movements of the sonata were divided into three sections. One section contained a message from Prokoviev's imaginary wife that she was worried to have children by him as she was black and didn't want the lives of her children to be marred by constant racism.
I went down to B53 (this was my old classroom and continued to be my band rehearsal room after my first two years of high school). People were setting up and there was this gorgeously shiny alto flute in one corner. I picked it up and started to play. It was more like playing a descant recorder - everything was bigger, but there were no keys (not at all like a real alto flute). I took offence to my mother saying that my actual flute was plastic (it's solid silver, yes, the metal, not just the colour) and for some reason people seemed to think the alto flute was plastic too. It too was solid silver and extremely heavy but had the most gorgeous tone.
Bonus : Flute Box + violon
via youtube.com
Parce que vous le valez bien.
