#aural skills

[yuzu-adagio]

I pride myself on my ear training but lately I've noticed that (Acapella) I have a hard time moving between phrases, like I'll just kinda randomly switch keys every four bars but otherwise be fine. It's heck on my composition, too.

#aural skills #singing

[thecriticalpedagogue]

Only as Excited as You Are with Olympic Conductor: Maestro Tony Maiello

You all… this episode is so near and dear to my heart… Take a bit of time out of your day to listen to the LEGENDARY conductor: Maestro Tony Maiello! ​​Anthony J. Maiello is Professor of Music and University Professor at George Mason University. Professor Maiello teaches applied lessons in Conducting, Aural Skills, and classes in Instrumental Conducting.  Professor Maiello makes professional…

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#all state #all state band #all state conductor #aural skills #band #choir #conductor #education #maestro #maiello #music #music ed #music ed love #music education #musician #orchestra #Tony maiello

[sarahtheflutist]

Why Ear Training Might Matter More Than You Think - Bulletproof Musician

#ear training #music major #aural skills

[mediantriaad]

finally found a good place for my @sweatermuppet sticker :3

#the rest of my swag stickers are on the ipad i use for my music and my notes lol #i should maybe. post those. ah well #cool guitar pics :3 #music theory #studyblr #music studyblr #mine #guitar #sweatermuppet #FT. MY AURAL SKILLS TEXTBOOK OH NOOOO

[waywardsalt]

everything about bellumbeck makes me go insane. i don’t even know how to express half of it. the way everyone is in mortal danger during that fight. linebeck is forced to try and kill link right after saving his life. the one time he’s actually taking part in a boss battle with link he’s the boss he’s fighting. the way bellum seems to take his time grabbing him. the fact that bellumbeck never really pays any attention to ciela and bellum just grabs and restrains her instead of putting her out of commission or straight up killing her. one of his attacks is a spin attack much like link’s and we can assume that linebeck has probably seen link do a spin attack at some point. the way bellumbeck’s helmet is designed to look vaguely similar to linebeck. if bellumbeck kills you when you have a purple potion it plays the same sting as when a phantom catches and attacks you. this is the second time this link has had a sword fight with another human as his final battle but this time he is effectively fighting alone. of the main cast linebeck is the most detached from the rest of the group and is the only one to be an enemy. bellumbeck’s helmet opens after some attacks and right before he’s defeated. linebeck’s character theme utilizes harpsichord and excludes piano and bellum’s boss theme utilizes piano and excludes harpsichord. bellumbeck’s theme includes both and for the first half and near the end of the song they play the exact same melody at the same time. linebeck is suggested to be unable to fight or properly protect himself in battle for the entire game and then in the final boss in a twisted, awful way he finally gets a chance to be a competent fighter capable of defending himself.     does any of this make sense

#there is no central thesis to any of this im just frothing at the mouth about bellumbeck #loz #legend of zelda #phantom hourglass #linebeck #bellum #bellumbeck #salty talks #btw. re-fought bellumbeck for this. which is more of a chore for me than it sounds. #on my 100% ph file i never take the save before bellumbeck so that i can do all of the three bellum fights over and over so uh. #had to speed through the temple of the ocean king lol #but it also allowed me to sit down and listen to bellum's boss theme a few times through #hi when i figured out that for most of bellumbeck's theme the piano and the harpsichord were basically playing the same thing it was. bro #i felt like id come across something really cool. idk #i love bellumbeck's theme so much despite being a musician im not good with aural skills or picking up on little musical things #screaming crying throwing up etc etc #i almost said a thing abt the instruments playing linebeck's theme in the final boss theme are not heard in bellum or linebecks themes #but the brass that plays it once i believe is similar enough to the brass in linebeck's theme that it kills that statement #bc of the lack of extra info abt bellum or linebeck i like to lean into drawing comparisons or parallels between them #most of the stuff i didnt say relies heavily on my specific interpretations of characters and plot and headcanons so i left it out #i cant say anything about the key of bellumbeck's theme since i cant find reliable sheet music and my aural skills are dogshit #correct me if im wrong (probably am) based on the piano sheet music you can find on ninsheetmusic linebeck's theme is in g minor #its in g minor in one i found on another site too #or something. i hate minor keys #bellum's battle theme and bellumbecks theme arent there but. linebeck's theme is in some kind of g minor key #PROBABLY take this with a fucking grain of salt despite being a fucking musician i had to find my major scale cheat sheet to check this #after some extra research (for like five minutes) cant find sheet music for the final boss but from the little i could find #i thiiiiiink bellum's battle theme is c major #this means nothing i just had fun applying what little music theory knowledge i have

[hishima]

the world if my sense of pitch was good. like at all decent

#i've been playing music for more than 15 years. you can play any note you want but i'll never be able to say what it is #like. i can correct my pitch when i'm singing and i can SOMETIMES tell when something is out of tune depending on how bad it is #but my aural skills are so bad. ask me to identify an interval and i'll scream and cry and throw up

[fangsup-cobrastyle]

Yes I know it's sloppy, poorly spaced, and some of the barring is wrong. Leave me alone, voice of Dr. Urban in the back of my head!... I mean... something normal...

#still analyzing at this point... #is it modal or does it have a wholeass key change? #i finished my theory/aural skills requirements like 5 years ago how is this still how i live my life #fall out boy #fob #hold me like a grudge #so much for stardust #chordal analysis #music theory

[caroloftheshells]

it’s not my favorite music theory textbook, but it’s free and on the internet, so here is tonal harmony with an intro to 20th-century music if you want it. featuring such gems as “the role of percussion was greatly expanded in the twentieth century” (lol)

#idk who all uses this one..... ik calarts does bc i'm doing some research on their aural skills curriculum #but it is fairly widely-ish used so you might save yourself some money if you're either going to music school or not doing that #cannot really vouch as i've never used this one to learn or teach anything #percussion?? fucking percussion?? the uh. first instrument type to exist since the firs person who whacked anything That percussion?? #they mean those large ensemble pieces for floppy metal and guiros and break drums and timpani and toasters etc. but still what a sentence #theorycomp tag #carol overreacts to life

[freddyfreeman]

In his autobiography, Paul Anka theorized that the popularity of “Diana” internationally was due to the use of a semitic (minor) key.

Here is another song I feel shows his love of minor scales:

#my aural skills are terrible. but i think the song uses a harmonic or melodic minor scale #paul anka #diana #let me get to know you #1970s #ballad #music #Youtube

[asinglesock]

going to attempt the inadvisable and try to do homework while watching a cdrama

#a sock speaks #grad school tag #my aural receptive skills for Mandarin are lowkey getting kinda good because I keep looking away from the subtitles #I can't switch to kdramas and multitask so I'm pretty sure that's what it is #I'm very accomplished 😌 (understood 2 words of a conversation in Mandarin I overheard on the bus today) #I got my paper turned in successfully! not my best work but I was so relieved to be done with it

[louisprideflag]

x

#hello #i’m alive <3 #so if y’all did not know i am studying viola at college #and that comes with many many music classes like theory aural skills keyboard etc etc #and now i’m hearing chords so much better in songs!!! #like i’m listening to 1d and the vi is being used with V to I and !!! #it is the same chord as my exercises!! #it makes me feel so good that i can understand the music on a deeper level #and like. omg two ghosts #I … ii … iii .. ii ! #IT MAKES SENSE #shut up #i’m so sorry i had to share this somewhere #celia stop

[seb-the-nerd]

screw that one stupid history class for already ruining my 4.0 gpa (kidding...mostly)

#college #university #music major #guess i'm in the right major because without that one (non-music) class #i would've had a 4.0 #aural skills next semester would've done it though #music #musician #music composer #music composition #music theory

[privateanxieties]

sweet like wine

Summary: You realize how much you like it when Frank is vocal during sex.

Pairing: Frank Castle x f!Reader (no y/n);

Words: 2.1k (18+ shameless smut, aural kink, fluff, intimacy, explicit consent, mutual masturbation, sexy voicemails, dirty talk, established relationship)

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The first time took you completely by surprise.

You weren't expecting a man of few words like Frank, quiet and brooding as he was, to become the picture of an enthusiastic lover once the lights went out and you found yourselves taking the next step in your relationship. That's not to say you didn't expect a certain… level of intensity. Frank was not a bland man — simple and direct, maybe, but he brought a particular devotion to everything he did. He didn't mince actions, or words for that matter. But he also didn't use too many of them regardless of the circumstances, so you didn't expect reality to be any different when it came to intimacy with him. You imagined him to be passionate, and you were not wrong. However, in all your fantasies (and there were plenty), he was always quietly focused. Encouraging, but not with words. Filthy, but never this articulate.

You take me so fuckin' well, baby.

That's it, soak my fingers, let me feel it.

Gonna come, sweetheart? Make a mess all over my cock?

It was nice to be wrong. So nice, in fact, that you almost came untouched just from listening to him tell you what he wanted to do to you the first time you made love. The noises that escaped his lips as he barely pressed his hips into yours drove you insane. He wouldn't let you have it until you asked, slowly and languidly grinding himself against you through the satin of your panties, enough to ruin them and fry your brain, but not enough to give you that rush of pleasure you were dying to get from him. He took his time with no issue, like the clock stopped moving the second he molded his lips to yours.

"That feel good?" he mumbled against your neck, biting down in response when you didn't answer right away, too lost in the warmth of his skin and the pretty noises he was making.

"Uh-huh," you moaned, shivering as he licked a path to your collarbones and his beard left a pleasant burn in its wake.

"You want more?" he taunted, placing a kiss to the swell of your breast.

"Yes, Frank." Then, thinking it not enough, you quietly added a 'please' on the end of a breathy whine as his lips wrapped around your nipple.

You came to learn you didn't have to beg with him, unless he wanted you to — because if you thought you liked it when Frank talked during sex, he was singularly focused on making you utter words that would make a fiend blush. You were resistant at first, partly because the more you'd talk, the less he would, and you couldn't have that. Yet pretty soon you realized that hearing you speak the filth you did to him garnered an interesting and previously unheard noise from your lover.

Frank's only response as you rode his cock and told him how well he filled you was to whine.

In retrospect, you couldn't have known that would be the thing to unlock a noise you didn't think possible, but you certaintly didn't complain when his hand grasped your jaw and his lips mashed to yours, trying desperately to stifle the alluring sound by pressing it into your mouth and making you dizzy with want. That sound worked to push you over the edge just as well as his skilled fingers on your clit. It got you so worked up that sometimes just the memory of it hitting you in the middle of the day was enough to heat up your skin and make you wish you had a recording of it. Which was how the real trouble started, when Frank left on a longer assigment from his contact at the CIA.

Now, you would be fine without him for a couple of weeks. You'd done it before, and you understood the nature of his work and how it'd be woven into your relationship. You knew that when he'd leave, it wouldn't be the same as going on a business trip. There was a strict no-contact rule he enforced, both because he often simply didn't have the means to get in touch and because it was the safest thing to do. He wouldn't put you in any jeopardy because he missed you, and you'd long ago accepted that as fact and respected his decision.

And that was the reason why a voicemail from Frank arriving dead in the middle of those fourteen days away almost provoked a heart attack— twice. First, because you thought something horrible had gone wrong. He was hurt. He was in trouble. Maybe this was all he could do to say goodbye. Your blood pressure couldn't have been any higher as your thumb inched towards the play button on the message, and you thought you could drop to your knees when the first thing to come out of the speakers was a long, drawn-out groan.

This was it. You were going to lose him. He was dying somewhere, alone, and you were never going to see him again.

"God, babygirl…"

You waited with bated breath, tears gathering at the corners of your eyes, and then the second uptick in your pulse occurred.

"Fuckin' miss you so much. Need to feel that tight pussy squeezin' my cock."

It wasn't hard, given how wound up you already were, for your body to make the switch from horrible adrenaline to an absolutely euphoric rush of pleasure. It happened so quickly that whiplash wasn't far behind, and you gripped the arm of the sofa as you slid down to the floor, unable to stand any longer. Heart beating wildly in your ears, you forced yourself to calm so as not to miss his next words.

"Wish you could see how you got me right now… fuckin' my own hand like a goddamn teenager," he groaned.

You couldn't have helped your reaction if you'd tried. Switching the phone to your other hand with a tell-tale tremor, your dominant one slipped down the front of your leggings and straight into your dampening underwear, fingers moving in tandem with the background noise your ears were hypnotized by. You could hear the motions of Frank's fist going up and down his cock, could make out just how easily his hand moved over himself and feel the phantom taste of him in your mouth. Your own fingers picked up the pace on your pulsating clit, mind trying to remember the sensation of his rougher digits caressing you.

"Gonna come, baby?"

Startled, your tightly closed eyes were pried open to glance at the screen, wondering if you hadn't somehow called him in your frenzy. But no. The voice note kept playing, and the pretty groans kept coming.

"You're so fucking close. I know it. You're thinkin' about me touching you. Can't stand that I'm not there to do it."

High-pitched whimpers spilled from your lips, feeling so empty and wishing he could fill you at this exact moment. You were soaked through your panties, heat turned up inside yourself so much that sweat began to build at your temples. You were a mess in less than two minutes, and all it took was a goddamn recording of his voice.

"Frank…"

Moaning his name into the empty room made you feel dirty and horribly desperate, fingers slicked up to the point you had trouble getting a consistent motion. Your chest was tight with shallow breaths, spine tingling and legs cramping from how wound up your muscles were.

"C'mon sweet girl, let go. Soak that pussy f'me," he demanded in that gruff tone he always used when he brought you right to the cliff's edge.

"Frankie, please…"

You'd lost your mind, begging him for something he could neither hear nor grant you. But he knew. He always knew. Between the sounds of his own slick motions and heady groans, a noise you loved more than anything broke through just when you thought you couldn't take any more.

He whined your name on the end of a heart-stopping moan and just like that, you were gone, vision going white as you threw your head back hard against the armrest you forgot was there. You panted wildly as your hand kept moving, not stopping until you heard that beautiful shudder fall from his lips, signaling his own release. Every inch of you was electrified, sitting there as you breathed together, hours apart but still in sync.

You didn't tell him about that moment, because there was no need. When he made it home at the end of those two weeks, he neither greeted you nor removed his shoes, simply picking you up and planting you onto the counter before burying his face into the crook of your neck.

"Want you to show me," he asked, warm breath hitting the outer shell of your ear. Disoriented, all you could do was make an inquisitive noise. You'd barely had time to take him in before he was on you.

"Huh?"

"I wanna see how you did it. Want to know how you touched yourself f'me last week."

Your heart picked up in double time, knowing he was dead serious and that you'd do anything he asked. This was uncharted territory for both of you, and you were a little shy to try something like this out of nowhere. What would you even do? You weren't even that used to touching yourself anymore, last week having been a rare exception. It was nice and definitely an intense experience, but it still paled in comparison to the average night with him. Or, as it were, the average day— because he apparently expected you to do this right here, right now. On an early Sunday afternoon where you hadn't even bothered changing out of your slip dress.

Sensing your hesitation, he pulled back to look into your eyes as his hands found your hips, thumbs rubbing soothing circles through the thin fabric covering them.

"Don't you worry, baby. I'm gonna guide you through it. Watch my pretty girl touch herself like I tell her to. Whaddaya say, sweetheart? You want that?"

Like I tell her to.

Fuck, yes. You wanted that. You wanted it so badly apparently that Frank saw it in your expression, because he smirked as soon as you looked at him all wide-eyed.

"I…"

"Yeah? What is it, baby?"

He must've known, by that point. With how attuned he was to your body and needs as a general rule, it shouldn't have surprised you. Of course he knew you had it bad. He knew exactly what you liked and why you liked it, and he went so far as to break his one rule in order to drive you even crazier than usual. Maybe your brain shortcircuited too severely after that voicemail, because it was only now that you were realizing…

"You sent that on purpose," you said, a pout forming on your lips.

"Sure as shit didn't send it by accident," Frank retorted, an amused snort bubbling out of him.

"I'm being serious! You knew this whole time?"

"Knew what, huh? That my girl likes a little back and forth during sex?" he grinned, delivering a pinch to your hip.

"All sex is a back and forth, Frank," you deadpanned, knowing exactly what he meant but unable to avoid sassing him.

"M'not suggesting anything different," he shrugged, eyes slipping down your body with clear intention.

Right. Back and forth. He talks and you… You struggle not to come from his words alone. A tempting proposal.

"I want to. I'm just not sure what to do," you admitted, winding your arms around his neck as you finally took a good look at him. He looked good, his beard having grown out even more during his time away.

"What'd I say? You ain't gotta worry about that. S'my job. Just gotta listen to what I say," his voice rumbled in your ear as he leaned in again, a brief but meaningful touch of his body to yours making you realize he was half-hard already.

This man was going to be the death of you, but you had no doubt: he would always making good on his promises, especially the ones he whispered in your ear.

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A/N: Just the product of a horny brain. Hope you enjoyed it!

#frank castle x reader #frank castle x you #frank castle x reader smut #frank castle imagine #frank castle smut #the punished x reader smut

[kayandjayz]

Feeling very incompetent after finishing that aural assignment. I swear to God if I fail

#kiera speaks #kays college adventure #like seriously #why cant i just have a winning semester #and aural is a *skill* so it's nit rwally like i can jaut cram the knowledge down my throat #i know what im doing wring and how to work on it #im just *terrified* that im nit going ti be able to get it whete it needs ti be for the first test #and once i fail the test #thays probably it for my aural semester #i wint be able yo come back from thay

[waywardsalt]

i want to find the score for linebecks theme. i want to just. look at the notes and parts.

#i currently have no hope of trying to write it by ear for myself. considering ive been in music for 7ish years my aural skills are abysmal #i want to see the key. the time signature. the parts the dynamics the accents. i wanna see what it looks like on paper so bad #salty talks #not gonna tag as linebeck or anything this is just a musing #specially his theme bc at some point once i learn enough music theory i want to see if i can’t add a clarinet part

[readychilledwine]

Auralism

✨️Kink Education with Elizabeth✨️

Does this tiktok do something to you?

If you listen to his voice and suddenly feel true sexual arousal, you may have a form of Auralism. Auralism is the sexual arousal to sound. It could be voices, music, an ASMR trigger, etc. The most common in females is arousal from voices, and that's what I will be working with today. So, whoever your dream man saying "Hello Feyre Darling," is, I need you to think about him as you are reading this.

Auralism is a way of practicing what sex experts call "mindful sensuality" or the practice of using certain skills to enhance emotional and mental erotica. This typically involves using more senses than just touch and vision. Auralism focuses on specifically the sound aspect and a bit of imagination.

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As always, NSFW below the cut

Rhysand x Reader

Warnings - degradation, dirty talk, slight voyeurism, inferred poly!batboys

Being High Lady of the Night Court held several responsibilities, but your least favorite was, and would always be, the Court of Nightmares. 

Rhys kissed you one more time as the doors to the throne room sat closed. “We'll finish what we started later, I promise. I will not leave you unsatisfied for long.”

Gods, that timber. The purr. You felt his voice setting heat through your body and did the best to push the feeling away. 

Rhys held the wine glass to your lips, watching you drink it as his hand ran the length of your inner thigh. His gaze went back to Keir, his eyes almost narrowing. “The High lady looks beautiful tonight, nephew.” 

You felt the predatory shift in Rhys, felt the mating bond grow tight. “My mate is always delicious, uncle. You'd be smart to remove your eyes from her.” His voice went straight to your cunt this time, a wave of heat landing there. Oh really? His high lord voice always turned you on, the command of it, the strict tone. 

Keir nodded, walking away, just as your thighs pushed together. His lips brushed your ear, that deep voice hitting you again. “I see I may have left you too desperate, my star.” His hand trailed the valley of your breasts, settling on your lower stomach. “I do wonder if I can get you off just from speaking. Is that possible, darling? To have you come on my lap with such little effort?”

You whimpered again. Head falling into his shoulder. Each letter off his tongue was dipped in honey, sending wave after wave of arousal through you. You kept your thighs together now, knowing in this dress spreading them would put your glistening core on display. 

As if he sensed your feelings, he pushed them apart slightly, a growl escaping him and his eyes growing dark as he looked. “Cauldron boil me, you will cum from this, won't you? Have you gotten too good at playing the role of my whore, y/n darling? Should I fuck on you on this throne and let everyone watch?”

“Rhys,” it was meant to be a warning to stop, but it came out as a soft moan. 

“You'll be saying my name over and over later, begging me to keep going as I fuck you so hard our bed breaks. You always feel so good, wrapped tight around my cock.”

Your core clenched, the coil starting to slowly build. “-and look at you now,” he continued. “Wearing an expensive dress, dripping onto my thigh. When this damned party is over, I will bend you over this throne.”

You moaned his name again. That purr was doing something to you that you've never had happen. “I bet if I spread your legs further, Azriel would be able to see how wet you are from his spot at the back of the room. Cassian can probably smell and taste you.” 

The general had a small smirk on his face as he kept his spot behind Rhysand and the throne. Azriel had his eyes locked in you two, a single brow kissing his hairline. 

“I might let them stay and watch if you wanted. Let them watch me claim you over and over until you're soaking me. Once I'm done with you, maybe I'll let them play too."

“Rhys-” You were so close, snuggling further into his lap, thighs pressed back together and rubbing. 

“Uh-uh,” his hand pushed them apart enough for his pleasure again. “Your High Lord wants to see how desperate his whore is. Gods, look at you. Look at you clenching at nothing, about to cum from my voice alone.”

His name left your throat in a quiet needing moan and Cassian looked down with a full smirk now. A voice cold as death came from the other side of him. A voice Rhys knew you found attractive. “Release my High Lady from her misery.”

“Cum for me,” Rhysand whispered into your ear, kissing the shell of it gently. “Cum for us.”

The coil snapped, your back arching against his chest as Cassian placed a hand over your mouth. “And now look at you, coming with no effort on my part, forcing our general to have to cover your mouth so I don't have to kill everyone here to getting to listen to the noises that are for me and me alone. Pathetic little thing, aren't you?"

Rhys switched to his High Lord voice again. “Cassian, take the High Lady somewhere to clean her up.” 

Cassian nodded, picking you up from Rhysand's lap as your high ended. “Come, my lady, let me take care of you.”

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