#Emotions ukulele chords

[dailyeca]

local idiot cant tell what a feeling is.

#eca orichird #daily eca #scarlet rose #stickers calvin #theyre so silly. truly eca isnt cognizant of his own emotions because he represses basically anything. or doesnt know what it is. #or like refuses to identify it. genuinely i dont know; hes SOMEWHAT AWARE? but doesnt draw conclusions from it #so the ''i would be sad if they werent around'' and ''their smile is like the sun'' doesnt lead to ''i love them'' it just. stays like that #anyway stickers and scarlet doing the thing where stickers holds down the chords and scarlet strums haphazardly <3 #i do that on my ukulele <3

[kata4a]

a. you can image a subculture of musicians who assign short melodic fragments to each letter of the alphabet, and write music by stringing those fragments together into words and sentences—musical analysis then becomes a process of "decoding" longs pieces into text, and then analyzing them against the frameworks you would typically use for written literature.

I happen to think that a culture of music like this would be pretty aesthetically unrewarding to participate in

b. it seems to me that a lot of people want music theory to be an empirical study of "what effects different musical features have in listeners." I think that taken to its logical conclusion, a music theory with this goal would become obsessed with the straightforward emotivity of pop music and fail to say anything of substance about more avant garde styles (after all, the empirical effect of twelve-tone serialism on most people is "they think it sounds bad")

while I'm certainly as ardent a proponent of the straightforward emotivity of pop music as any, I nonetheless can't find myself fully on board with this approach to music theory either: I do like experimental styles, and I do find it rewarding to engage with music (and art in general) that asks more of me as a listener than to merely passively respond to stimuli

a. there are a number of features of "melodic ciphers," as I'll call this hypothetical genre of music, that I think contribute to its aesthetic paucity:

first and I think most obviously is the unsatisfying arbitrariness of a premise like this. given that this is a community which essentially treats pieces of music as literature, why not simply write pieces of literature? it is reminiscent of the tedium of analyzing a musical composition by annotating a page of sheet music, without ever actually listening to the piece

c. the aesthetic principles underlying classic music (sensu lato 😘) are often presented both very theoretically and very abstractly. the classical theories of western harmony, the linear approaches of schenker and his sympathizers, and the twelve-tone systems of the second viennese school, despite being three dramatically different ways of composing and listening to music, all treat musical fundamentals as essentially theoretical objects. what does it matter to a theorist whether a harmonic progression is played on an organ or a ukulele?

for that matter, what does it matter to a theorist that a piece of music be sound at all? one could "arrange" a piano sonata for a set of colored lights (with hues corresponding to different frequencies of sound), and while I'm sure an astute enough "listener" could learn and even deeply internalize those correspondences, I am skeptical that they would ever find the lightshow as musically satisfying as if they actually got to hear the piece with their ears

b. the late romantics and the impressionists, despite very much working under the theoretical principles of classical harmony, also present the strongest case for how even solo instrumental music can be medium-specific: sound symbolism. here, piano arpeggios evoke the ebb and flow of canal boats, here, a trill suggests birdsong, here, a low bass ostinato sounds like the grumbling of an old man

and of course once you have been presented with the type-case, you can see the same ideas in other pieces, albeit in perhaps much subtler forms. the mood and character of a set of mozart's variations are very much influenced by the kinds of things it sounds like, even if it is not trying to sound like any one specific thing

c. bach's prelude in c major from the well-tempered clavier is I think a particularly good example of the kind of depth that can be opened up by sincere and active engagement with the aesthetic background of a piece

I think this prelude is very easy to listen to as a series of pleasant, unoffensive chords. mostly people, I would imagine, could put in on in the background and do some work relatively undistracted, treating it as a sort of peaceful background melody

I also think that there is a subtle but very present sense of tension and release and climactic buildup and payoff underlying the harmony of the piece, a feature which is much easier to pick up on if you're familiar with the musical conventions bach was working with

a. when I listen to a prelude as a vehicle for classical harmony, I'm not perform an act of "translation"—I do not listen to a chord, think "ah, a seventh chord," and then "that means that this is a point of tension in the piece,"—I simply hear the chord and feel the tension as a direct feature of the chord. even though I may have had to learn that association originally, once I do learn it it becomes an immanent feature of my perception, not a process I need to consciously perform

this immanence, I argue, is the crucial feature that musical ciphers lack. while I can imagine becoming, with practice, extremely good at performing the translation from melody to letter, I am skeptical of the possibility of internalizing that process so thoroughly as to make it a direct feature of my perception; and certainly never more direct than simply hearing or reading the sentences

abc. what I take to be the goal of any music theory—and in fact of any aesthetic framework—is not to teach you a way to analyze or value some medium, but to give you a way to perceiving it; and therefore the criteria by which I judge a music theory is 1. how effectively it can give me a new way to see the world and 2. how I feel about the way that the world looks when I adopt that way of seeing

#I waited to write this until I was past the point of caffeination where I could just bang the post out #so I'm trudging through this as part of an attempt to cultivate solidarity between my different selves across time #art and media criticism

[naavispider]

Ok HEAR ME OUT

Misguided ghosts by Paramore https://youtu.be/oGWeHPK3NC4

ITS AN INSANE SONG, it perfectly describes Spider’s life, his captivity in the rda, and how he feels about the recombinants. NOW-

Imagine he plays it on the ukulele, sitting up in a tree and looking at Polemius, and the lyrics just hits the recoms right into the heart. ESPECIALLY Miles, when he sings “So I can find, someone to rely on and run to them, to them..”

If you’re not taking this prompts it’s totally fine, I just got emotional over imagining Spider sing it lol

The lyrics are so perfect for when Spider was with Quaritch and the recoms, somebody should make an edit already 🙌🏻 Here are just SOME of the lyrics:

See I'm trying to find my place and it might not be here where I feel safe

Would someone care to classify our broken hearts and twisted minds, So I can find someone to rely on and run to them, Full speed ahead

The ones we trusted the most pushed us far away

We should not be the same, But I'm just a ghost and still they echo me

Hkhdskshf like,, yeah. @hyperfixatedfandomer

"What's that you're singing kid?" Quaritch asked, pulling Spider completely out of his reverie.

Immediately, he stopped fingering the ukulele and scooted further away from the recom into the firelight. A few of the other members of the squad were still awake, leaning against tree trunks or trying to find a comfortable position to lie in on the floor. No one was chatting anymore, leading Spider to believe that if they weren't interested in his noodling before, they definitely were now.

"Have you got nothing better to do than listen to my singing?" Spider bristled. He hadn't realised that anyone could hear him at this distance.

"Surprisingly, no," Quaritch retorted, which elicited a grumpy huff from the teenager.

"Some old Earth band. Why do you care?" He tried to make it clear how much he was not in the mood to discuss it.

Quaritch shrugged, eyeing Spider strangely.

Spider was just working his way through his repertoire, but weirdly enough that particular song was extremely fitting to the situation, he realised as he worked out the chords. It was just a shame that Quaritch seemed to take an interest. Immediately, he decided not to sing it again. That was the end of that conversation.

... Or so he thought.

Spider couldn't know, but Quaritch had been listening as closely as possible to his son's impromptu, one-man jam session. He couldn't know that the lyrics had resonated with Quaritch in a way that made the recom consider Spider's feelings more so than he'd ever done before. He couldn't know that Quaritch couldn't sleep that night, his son's soft voice echoing over and over in his brain. He couldn't know that Quaritch hadn't heard every line, but he'd heard every ounce of truth and hurt and pain behind the words. He couldn't know, because he shrugged the uke away from him and rolled over to go to sleep soon after, feeling resentful that his noodling had been so rudely interrupted.

#spider socorro #miles quaritch #miles spider socorro #avatar the way of water #avatar 2 #atwow #one shot #ask #song rec #recom quaritch

[pandulce135]

The Fivefold Trap (TMNT 2012 Reader Insert)

Note: This is such a wannabe song fic lmao. Straight up, this is an idea I had for my OC Toru for the 2012 version of her (cuz I have a version for 2003 and 2018, too). Like, if I were to write a whole fic, this would be a highlight on Toru's home life and honestly, it wouldn't be seen by the turtles until they go to space because of that holograph room. This idea has been plaguing my brain for months and honestly? It's for the angst. The other versions of her are much more lighthearted. 2012 Toru is just not having a good time.

The songs used in this fic are: Pieces by Sum 41, Perfect by Simple Plan, Spaceship by Art Sorority, A Better Son/Daughter by Rilo Kiley

Word count: 4.2k

Warnings: troubled home life, strained relationship with parents, self deprecation, drug use, mention of thoughts of suicide, child neglect and emotional abuse, psychological abuse and trauma, experiment, not proofread (lmk if I need to add anything!)

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You were awake, you knew it, so why couldn’t you see anything? You felt your eyelashes make contact with something- were you wearing a mask? How did you get here? Why were you so achy? You had no recollection of getting here- wherever you were.

The last thing you remember was sitting on the rooftop of your apartment building. There was no one up there, no one around. You were trying to get a breath of fresh air and relax while you strummed on your ukulele. It was after seeing the Hamato sons at their Lair. You strummed chords at random, coming up with a tune in your head. Your hands on the strings were illuminated only by the lights of the city and shining moon above you.

The boys had gotten into an argument when you excused yourself from the Lair. You had told Donnie to text you and reminded him that he’s doing great under all the pressure his brothers and father are placing on him. He had left at the same time you did, explaining that April called him. He had given you a quick ride back to the surface in one of his armored go carts before continuing his drive to his own destination.

You didn’t get the chance to play your ukulele long. You remember feeling a presence behind you and stopped playing, your fingers freezing over the strings abruptly. There wasn’t enough time for you to turn around before a sharp pain hit your head.

That’s what happens when you let your guard down.

You groaned as you sat up, still unable to see what’s around you. The ground was cold and smooth with a glossy finish. This wasn’t a cellar, by any means. There was a smell in the air, however. A cleaning product, Lysol?

To your left, you heard two different voices.

“You’re sure it will work?” A feminine voice. Karai.

“You shouldn’t doubt my skill. I know exactly what I am doing.” An arrogant voice. Male. Baxter Stockman. He usually speaks like this when he’s talking about science, so you’ve seen. What exactly is he…?

“They’re awake too soon. Hit it.”

“Wait-” You tried reaching out, tried saying something to stop them when music began playing from whatever contraption was on your head. You placed your hands on it, hearing a sad guitar begin to play. Your fingertips were met with cold, heavy duty steel that seemed to stay on your head no matter how hard you pried.

Before you, a crying young teen sat just as you recognized the song and the person.

“I tried to be perfect But nothing was worth it I don’t believe that makes me real

I thought it’d be easy But no one believes me I meant all the things that I said

If you believe it’s in my soul I’d say all the words that I know Just to see if it would show That I’m trying to let you know

That I’m better off on my own.”

You looked at the younger version of yourself. Curled up, sobbing with headphones blaring music to try and calm down. You liked listening to this music because it allowed you feel seen and heard- like someone finally understands.

There were a lot of things that led to these thoughts of isolation and beliefs of not being good enough: degrading parents who expected their only child to be a spitting image of them, being average when they demanded perfection, ultimately having such low confidence because of their words.

Worthless.

Even when you did your best, it just wasn’t enough. Maybe you were better off on your own.

You sat there staring at your crying form for three minutes before the image in your head changed and you were now in your kitchen. A new song began to play in your ears and your parents had just gotten home from a long time of being at their out of state lab- almost a month.

Not even five minutes into them being home and they’re yelling at your preteen self. You had forgotten about this. It had probably been pushed to the back of your mind, shoved away so you could continue moving along. You had gotten a few B’s on your last group of tests. They threatened to take away the electronics in the apartment, they wanted to make it so the only thing you would do was study, not even be a kid.

“We raised you to be smart and capable. Not average!” Your father shouted down at you with a vein threatening to burst at his temple. “You’re supposed to be like us: smart, capable, you’re an idiot!”

“Hey, dad, look at me Think back and talk to me Did I grow up according to plan?”

“Spending all your time playing that stupid ukulele, watching those stupid videos on the computer. You need to study. B’s are for average children. You’re supposed to be better than this!”

“And do you think I’m wasting my time Doing things I wanna do But it hurts when you disapprove all along.”

Your mother towered over your quaking form. You were trying to hold it together, trying to remain strong until you can hide away in your room to let it all out.

“We’ve worked hard to keep a roof over your head, to give you the best education we can afford and you do nothing but disappoint us. Go to your room!”

Grades were all that mattered to them. They still are. Even when they tasked you with saving the world.

“Nothing’s gonna change the things that you said And nothing’s gonna make this right again Please don’t turn your back I can’t believe it’s hard just to talk to you But you don’t understand.

‘Cuz we’ve lost it all Nothing lasts forever I’m sorry I can’t be perfect.”

“I did my best,” you had muttered. Your hands were fists at your sides, trying to keep your voice steady. Trying to stay strong for just a few more minutes.

“And it’s just too late And we can’t go back I’m sorry I can’t be-”

“-perfect.” You had said the last line of that song before you turned to go to your room. You had slammed the door shut and locked it before letting your emotions out. You had forgotten all of that.

You stood up to follow your younger self through the memory and into their room. You moved your hand to the doorknob to enter only for it to phase through the door. You let out a small gasp but jumped as a voice came over an intercom.

“Greetings turtles… and Y/N. It’s time for us to play a game.” Karai’s voice came over the intercom. So the boys were here, too! Good, good. At least you’re not alone in this. “Each of you have been placed inside a room with a unique trap. Oh, we all had input. Isn’t that right Xever?”

Xever’s voice was a bit muffled, he obviously was standing further away from the microphone. “I helped design yours personally, Raphael. Everyone loves baked turtle.”

“Raphael, you’re inside the first trap, aptly called the Hot Head. Can you figure a way out?” Karai’s voice was menacing over the intercom. Her attention shifted. “Hello, Leonardo. Welcome to the Courage Slayer. To save your brothers and Y/N, you’ll have to face ninja blades as skilled as your own, which isn’t all that formidable. So I cranked up the speed to 100.”

Your eyes widened but were still only able to take in the darkness inside the metal helmet mask you wore.

“Donatello, are you smart enough to beat the Brain Boggler? Connect he pieces as they appear on the game grid. Make a mistake and you get zapped. Get zapped enough times, and then you’ll truly know what it feels like to be brain fried.”

“Next, we have the Flush-O-Matic. Once the tanks are full, the flush valve will open and dump mutagen all over you poor, little Michelangelo.” There was a moment where you knew Mikey was talking back to your captors, probably something about the name.

“Last, but certainly not least, Y/N. On your head is Memory Activator Helmet. You already know how it works. It’s able to see memories you’ve subconsciously pushed away. With the help of music, you’re able to see those memories right before your eyes. You will always be the least favorite only child in the eyes of your parents.” Karai let out a laugh. “We wanted to see you break before we break you. Good luck, Turtles, and good riddance.”

It was like a Saw movie. Traumas you had already lived through began to bubble up to the surface as another song began to play, just a guitar, and a new scene appeared before your eyes.

You were staring out of your window. It was three in the morning. There was a handwritten note on your desk.

“Get-get, get inside your spaceship You don’t have a car, but you don’t have to take this You’ll jet up out the city like your favorite authors Look up at the stars, look up at the stars

You’re on a fast track living from a backpack Leaving all the sad-sack suckers in the dust behind you This is how you roll, permanent vacation You put in your time, now you’re out of patience.”

Your behavior at school had begun to get worse. You were isolating yourself from your peers, others were beginning to start rumors. In their eyes, you were a weirdo, a product of an experiment gone wrong thanks to your parents. The career of ‘scientist’ mixed in with a social outcast of a child really gave your parents a certain reputation.

“You can really go, no one’s gonna stop you You can really go, no one’s gonna stop you You can really go, but now you’re getting caught up in it Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute!”

You watched as you looked out the window, contemplating, thinking, wondering. Your younger counterpart’s eyebrows were furrowed, obviously deep in thought. Little you glanced at the note they had written minutes prior. Looking into those tear stained, tired eyes, you yourself began crying. It hit you like a truck, this memory. Your chest hurt and you clutched at the shirt that you wore as you stepped back. A hard wall collided with your back and helmet as you watched yourself ask if they’re ready.

“Think about your friends, think about your other friends Thinking ‘bout you when they can, probably wondering what happened to you Can’t return their calls, skipping every breakfast You tried to be a writer but instead you only fact check.”

That’s when you threw yourself at the other you. You where shocked when your arms wrapped around their body rather than go through them, but held on nonetheless. You sobbed into the shoulder of the you from before you met the turtles, and began training with Splinter, and studying with April and Casey even though you went to different schools, sat there.

“It gets better, I promise,” you let out in a hoarse voice, hardly above a whisper. “You have six new friends, you have a sensei, and you have a second home. Don’t give in just yet, please!” You held onto yourself, crying. Eventually, their head was on your shoulder, sobbing. Is this how it happened?

There had been a feeling of warmth that encased you, and then there was a nice voice mixed in with the bad ones, telling you to keep going, telling you to not give up. A fire in you ignited that night that burned bright, angry, and proud.

“Keep going and do not falter.”

You didn’t even notice the song fade out, you only heard your sobbing.

Karai had watched the whole thing from the observation deck screens where she could see the others as well. This was a little experiment that Karai had Stockman doing, and it also incorporated a type of torture, less physical, more psychological. She laughed, watching you stand frozen before backing up, clutching your chest. But then you did something that made her confused. You leapt out with your arms out.

“What are they doing?” Karai asked the scientist that stood to her side. Stockman looked from you to Karai to the screen that showed them what you were seeing. Upon seeing, his eyes widened and he began to stammer.

“This wasn’t anticipated! It’s very interesting.” Stockman pulled on the monitor to show Karai the screen. “They appear to be hugging the version of them from their memory.”

“Interesting.” Karai stared at the screen, holding her chin in thought. “Stockman, can you ruin a memory?”

He stammered. “What do you mean?”

“The memory they’re in, can you make it worse?” Karai clarified, still eyeing your form on the monitor as you began to calm down from your crying. She rolled her eyes at the sight. “So emotional…”

“From what I have currently, I cannot.” He answered, straightforward and simple. “But,” he pressed a button on the console he stood before, prompting another song to play and a new memory to appear in your head, “we can make them remember the worst of the worst.”

The version of you that you were hugging fazed out and you fell forward. Your hands made contact with the cold floor to keep you from face planting. You felt your gut begin to twist and swirl, a newfound nervousness taking hold. The sights and scenes began anew.

You stood over yourself laying in bed it was the morning after a particularly terrible fight you had with your parents. This one was the most recent memory, only taking place a few months ago. You hardly got any sleep and the bags under your eyes showed for it. In your hand was a small device resembling a USB drive. It wasn’t for memory storage, though.

You remember how your world seemed to spin that day and you just laid in bed, avoiding your parents. You didn’t have to wait long though, they were out of town for the next month in their lab the following day.

“Sometimes, in the morning I am petrified and can’t move Awake but cannot open my eyes

And the weight is crushing down on my lungs I know I can’t breathe I hope someone will save me this time.”

You watched as the version of you in bed lifted the small device to their lips and breathed in a heavy breath. You sat there for a moment, letting the chemicals mix with your insides before breathing out, a cloud of smoke escaping through your lips.

You weren’t addicted by any means, no. It was just an opportunity to stay loose, so you took it and ran. It was an effort to remain calm in a stormy apartment.

At this point, you had known the turtles for a bit, but they didn’t know about your home life and you still won’t plan on telling them. However, you’re sure Master Splinter had realized something was amiss. The way you held yourself and avoided much conversation of your parents probably helped him piece that one together.

You let out a gasp when the scene changed but the song stayed the same. They’re really aiming for torture, aren’t they?

“Then you hang up the phone and feel badly for upsetting things Crawl back into bed to dream of a time When your heart was open wide, and you love things just because Like the sick and the dying.”

You were looking at a child version of you, probably five, so happy, so smiley. Your parents loved you then and you had felt that warmth until you reached middle school.

You missed the way they looked at you like you were the light of their lives, like you belonged with them. Your existence made them proud to call you theirs.

It all changed when they began taking longer leaves to their lab. They cracked down on you, made you feel worse and worse about being average.

“And sometimes, when you’re on, you’re really fucking on And your friends, they sing along and they love you.”

You thought back to the four turtles, April, Casey, Master Splinter. They gave you love your parents never did. They are proud of you. They don’t see you as merely average, but an outstanding fighter with a brilliant mind.

There was an ache beginning to form in your skull. Your head was hurting. All of these memories being pulled out, sobbing for so long, thinking of your past and present life. The scene changed to another more recent memory.

“But the lows are so extreme, that the good seems so fucking cheap And it teases you for weeks in its absence.”

You hadn’t gone to visit the turtles in a few days, you didn’t even text them. You were losing your mind trying to study for an intense exam coming up. Notes were littered on the kitchen table and your laptop played notes videos that taught you nothing. The fear of failure continued to push you, though, even if that meant ghosting the turtles for a few days.

But they came to check up on you.

“But you’ll fight, you’ll make it through You’ll be better and you’ll be smarter and more grown up And a better daughter or son And a real good friend.”

The four climbed in through your window and you calmed down. Donnie recognized the work and walked you through it, Leo made you some tea and listened to your ranting, Mikey allowed for a few minutes of mindless distraction, and Raph encouraged you to release some stress through some playful sparing on the roof.

Oh, how you appreciated them.

You put your foot down that day. You vowed to yourself that you’ll be by their side no matter what, facing who knows what challenges. You may have your own ups and downs, but these were friends you were not willing to give up so easily, not like you had allowed with your peers in the past.

You may be below average in the eyes of your parents, but you have a new family. A better family. The turtles, Master Splinter, April, and Casey.

“And your ship may be coming in You’re weak, but not giving in And you’ll fight it, you go out fighting all of them.”

You heard a click. Maybe you were going crazy? Then a hissing. Then a voice came over the intercom.

“Stop fighting it, Y/N. It’ll be a lot easier for all of us if you just let it happen,” Stockman’s voice rang through your ears. What was he talking about? It was then that you noticed that the memory before you was glitching and there was no music playing. “Whatever you’re doing, stop it.”

You moved without thinking, standing up straight and squaring your shoulders. With trembling fingers, you moved your hands up to the metal contraption that was holding you hostage with your own memories and traumas.

“What are you doing? Stop it!” Stockman shouted over the intercom. This would ruin his ‘research,’ effectively destroying his work on this matter.

“You really had me in the first half, not gonna lie.” You pulled the helmet off of your head and blinked as light flooded into your vision. You turned to face a camera in the corner of the room. “But you underestimate me. I’m strong, Stockman. I survive.” With that, you smashed the helmet against a nearby wall with as much force as you could muster up. Upon impact, it shattered onto the floor. The mechanical bits were now loose and visible, but you continued to stomp on it, making sure it still wasn’t usable.

“No! No my work,” Stockman cried out, mourning the loss of his invention that left you way more messed up than you already were.

But yet now there was a sense of strength and belonging. You were where you needed to be.

You looked around the room you were in, trying to find a way out, and then you spotted a door hidden in the corner on the other side of the room. You took off in a sprint and were able to make it out of the room and were surprised when you found yourself in a sewer. You were less surprised to hear fighting down one end. You followed the sound.

“Surrender, my daughter,” Splinter’s voice echoed through the tunnel you were running through. “You are defeated. My sons and Y/N are free.” His voice made you pick up your pace and soon enough, you were watching him face off with a giant white mutated snake- Karai.

Splinter’s words seemed to anger Karai and she let out a growl. “I’ll never surrender to you!” She shouted, her voice echoing off of the dark walls that surrounded them. She charged at him. “Never!”

It was easy enough for Splinter to overpower his daughter and throw her to the ground, but you knew that mentally, it was a difficult task for him.

“Miwa.” Splinter tried to reason with her, only to earn a hiss before she jumped off of the platform in the middle of the opening and into the water below.

That water was the only thing keeping you away from Splinter and April, who were both still on the platform. You looked around, trying to find a way to cross to the platform as Splinter began chanting. It was easy to recognize that he was trying to call upon the ancient scrolls, but you couldn’t tell which one. When Karai reappeared behind him, he was able to dodge her attack and planted his own.

“I love you, Miwa.”

It was easy to remember your place in all of this now. You were a sidekick, helping the turtles until all of this was over. You were never a part of their family, they already had one. A stray tear fell down your cheek and landed on the rusty metal tunnel.

You let yourself watch as Karai fell into the water, you were too far to help her. April had to hold Splinter back as he tried to lunge over the the side for his daughter.

That’s when you all heard Tigerclaw’s voice from above. “Your victory has come at a price, Yoshi-san.” In his hands was a rifle that he pointed at Splinter. You all heard it begin to power up and you could have kicked yourself for not looking for any weapons before making your way over here.

However, a sword sliced at his gun, sending it flying towards the floor. Everyone’s gaze followed where the sword came from only to see the turtles jumping down from the ceiling.

“Sensei!”

“April!”

Once they had landed, Tigerclaw flew away, an evil laugh echoing off the walls of the tunnel he flew into.

”Where’s Y/N?” Leo asked, looking around the expanse of the area. That’s when you called out.

“Over here!” It didn’t escape you how your voice pitched up in the middle of your call and took a deep breath. You eyed your surroundings and pinpointed a few pipes you could use to make your way over to them.

When you landed, Splinter spoke up. “I trust that you are all unharmed.”

Physically? Yes. Mentally? Psychologically? You turned away from the group so they wouldn’t see the tears threatening to escape once more.

“Sensei?”

“What happened?”

Donnie and Leo both asked.

Splinter moved to steady himself, using the edge of the console to assist him. “She forced me into combat, but the Healing Hands I used on her were meant to help her, not harm her.” You felt the air in the room grow thicker. “I fear that we will never see Miwa again.”

Leo moved to stand behind Splinter. “Never give up hope.” He placed his large three fingered hand onto his father’s shoulder. “That was the greatest lesson you taught me as a kid, Sensei.” That prompted Splinter to turn around and look at everyone before him.

You couldn’t bring yourself to look back. The strain of having your memories pulled out of the darkest shadows of your mind to shine at the forefront still weighed you down.

Splinter stood up, placing an arm around Leo’s shoulder. “Come, let us go home.”

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[kirchefuchs]

Clover time 🫵

How are you?

How am I? Without a job for the time being. Bored out of my mind and devoid of life. Can barely bring myself to draw anything let alone write. It's rough. It's difficult for me to find motivation when I'm not a school or work. Even less so when I can't really meet up with any of my favorite people because of distance or them being sick or busy.

On a brighter side, I have been trying to learn Knives' Piano from the Trigun Stampede soundtrack for funsies and to fill the void. I'm able to mostly do the right hand, but I haven't really touched any of the left hand stuff yet. It's a really intimidating song to be honest and as cool as it is, I am a huge newb when it comes to piano. I'm basically self taught and can only really play the X-Files theme and some chords. I'm more of a ukulele person.

That's been fun though. I do like the song a lot. Other than that, I haven't really done much. I got back from my weekend trip on Sunday. I got to hang out with my sister a lot and I already miss her again. We have figured out a bit of a checklist for my moving out plan though, so whenever I get to that point, I will hopefully be able to see her more often.

But yeah, mostly I'm just tired. Creatively and emotional tired. I just hope this let's up soon so I can get back to doing things. I miss doing things.

#kirche rambles #ask

[mockiery]

Runs to your inbox! Jumps in! Hi! (gives you a lil Steven wave)

Could you tell us one of your favorite Soft Moon Knight Hours headcanons for Marc?

(runs away to play "fetch" with a jackal, Nandor v Toby style)

heheheheheh soft marc hc you say? my friend you know how to cater to my needs.

I'm also lumping this in with an anon ask that tumblr ate about something that the three of them all like to do together, because its on my mind. But.

Music. As people, Marc, Steven, and Jake are pretty different, and while I think they'd have a good time supporting the other's pursuing their interests and listening (Steven infodumping on a trip to a museum, Marc at a baseball game or talking Star Wars or Space ((take that hc from my cold, dead hands)), Jake explaining the inner workings of a car, erc), music is one of those things that's so intrinsically human, it beings us together.

I've talked some about Jake and music and within the replies of @bammtoris 's art about their music taste, but.

As far as what they can play? Steven, I feel, would dabble with piano primarily, maybe even a ukulele he has ukulele boy vibes, fight me . Jake, as I've talked about, is a good guitar player, and I think he'll play a piano if you put one in front of him too. Marc knows a little piano and guitar from his youth. Just chords, really, but I think if given the chance, he'd play some guitar from time to time. But.

But where Marc shines? Singing. Something in the way how, when no one is around, it's one of the few ways he can just. Let out what he's been holding in.

His singing? It's soft, it's full, it's emotional. It builds in intensity as he goes. He can only really do some simple chords on guitar/piano, but his voice? His voice more than makes up for it; it's the centerpiece.

He wouldn't know that though. For him, it's a release, something he keeps to himself. He'd rather do anything else but sing, perform, anything like that for other people.

The first time Layla hears him sing it isn't intentional. He's singing to himself, alone, and is so deeply into it that despite his constant head-on-a-swivel disposition, he doesn't hear her get home/come up to their place. And she hears him, really hears him. cough cough being seen who? cough And she waits outside the door, not wanting to startle him, because he's clearly not aware of her and she knows not to sneak up on him. But also. She just wants to listen. And if she's honest with herself, this might be the most emotionally vulnerable he's ever sounded. It almost feels wrong listening.

But a while later, she tries to work it into conversation, really wishing to hear it again, hear him again, this time with his permission. And he pushes the idea away and she let's him. She let's it go. But it sits with him. And sits with him. And he practices.

He picks a song and he practices and practices it, for her. And he surprises her on their anniversary.

When she cries, he freaks out, putting the guitar down and rushing to her, apologizing and apologizing, but she takes his hands and then his face in hers and tells him to Shut up, no, that was beautiful. Thank you. I love you.

I love you.

#you asked for soft ur gonna get it my friend #recycling an old hc from some msgs from like a month ago bc i still stand by it and the world deserves soft marclayla #marclayla #soft mk hours #kier edition. lol #marc spector #moon knight #kier writes #honestly its a mini ficnit should go in that tag #send asks ily 💕

[snowdropheart]

question meme

I was tagged by the ever-lovely @feeisamarshmallow for this question meme, so here we go!

1. Are you named after anyone? My middle names are family names, but my first name is actually after a radio host my dad really liked lol

2. When was the last time you cried? I actually hardly ever cry, but I cried for a good while yesterday, and it felt so good to finally get that release of emotion. I was also near tears the night before watching Umberto D for a class (he just loves his dog so much!!)

3. Do you have kids? I do not, but I have a deeply nurturing streak, and I fear I will want to have them someday

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Yeah, I think so, but mostly just to people I’m really close to

5. What's the first thing you notice about people? Probably their hair and their sense of fashion (more so because I’m insecure and trying so suss out if I fit in than anything else lol). Also general vibe, if that makes sense

6. What's your eye color? Blue

7. Scary movies or happy endings? Scary movies can have happy endings if they want to! Lol. But probably happy endings, if I have to choose one of the two, but my all-time favourite is a melancholic ending

8. Any special talents? Hmmm, I have one double-jointed thumb, does that count? I consistently surprise people by knowing the names of trees/flowers/constellations/birds/etc, but I really only know the basics. I like to think I’m a pretty alright poet

9. Where were you born? Canada

10. What are your hobbies? Writing, watching TV/movies and thinking very hard about them, walking, singing, dancing like a maniac in my room, plucking out the 5 chords I know on the ukulele, reading when I’m not swamped by theory readings for class lol

11. Do you have any pets? No, but I’m desperate for a cat. My roommate is currently cat-sitting for a friend, and, to quote the great Rosa Diaz: “I’ve only [known] Sebastian for a day and a half, but if anything happened to him, I would kill everyone in this room and then myself”

12. What sports do you play/ have you played? I am probably the least athletic person of all time, but I had track and field potential as an 11 year old and if I didn’t have Brain Problems, I probably would have gone on to be sporty

13. How tall are you? I’m pretty sure I’m exactly average lol

14. Favorite subject at school? In high school, I loved drama with all my heart; in uni, I took a Canadian cinema class last year that was incredible. We watched Last Night, which is now one of my favourite films of all time. I also took a European history class in second year that was super interesting

15. Dream Job? I have secret indie singer-songwriter dreams. In my head, I sometimes pretend my poems are songs and I’m a Phoebe Bridgers type who plays my melancholic little acoustic guitar and sings them, but I have very little instrument ability in real life, and no idea how to construct a melody.

I also want to just live by the lake with a cat and a garden and lots of friends around

Thank you for the tag @feeisamarshmallow! I super low-key no pressure at all tag @yellowfog4 @goneahead and anyone who wants to do this <3

#tag game #about me #thank u for the tag fee ily babe

[dundeelemonade]

i think one of the biggest things getting in my way of progressing with the ukulele is that i can’t hold patterns in my head very well. it’s been a struggle for me for as long as i can remember, all the way back from when i was in dance class as a kid and couldn’t, for the life of me, ever remember more than three steps of a routine.

i can play exactly two songs almost kind of sort of consistently on the ukulele, and nothing else, after nearly ten years of practicing. i’m pretty confident with remembering which chords have which fingerings, and that’s it. i can’t memorize songs, i can’t keep consistent time, i can’t do complicated strumming, i can’t finger pick.

i’ve been practicing this for nearly a decade. i can barely do anything.

and like, i’m not doing this to be good at it, i’m doing it to vent emotions-it’s entirely therapeutic. but it would be nice if i could show off without needing a screen in front of me telling me which chords happen where.

[musicalcolorsmc]

Essential Ukulele Chords Every Player Should Know

Are you ready to embark on a musical journey filled with joy, creativity, and the sweet sounds of the ukulele? Whether you're a complete beginner or an experienced player looking to expand your repertoire, mastering essential ukulele chords is the first step towards becoming a confident and versatile musician. With Musical Colors' innovative color-coded sticker guides and online color-coded chord resources, learning these chords and even more complex ones has never been easier or more enjoyable.

At Musical Colors, we believe that music should be accessible to everyone, regardless of age or skill level. That's why we've developed a range of tools and resources designed to help players of all backgrounds unlock their musical potential. Our Visual Music Color System provides a unique visual connection that makes learning ukulele chords intuitive and fun. By associating each note with a specific color, our sticker guides ensure that you'll never lose your place on the fretboard.

So, let's dive into one of the ways to play some essential ukulele chords that every player should know:

1. C Major (C Green, E Indigo, G Red): Start with this fundamental chord, which can be played by placing your ring finger on the third fret of the A string. Strum all four strings to produce a bright and cheerful sound.

2. G Major (G Red, B Yellow, D Blue): Next, try the G Major chord by placing your ring finger on the third fret of the E string, your middle finger on the second fret of the A string, and your index finger on the second fret of the C string. Strum all four strings as this chord adds depth and richness to your playing.

3. F Major (F Violet, A Orange, C Green): To play the F Major chord, place your index finger on the first fret of the E string and place your middle finger on the second fret of the G string, then strum all four strings. This chord takes some practice to not mute the C string, but it's worth the effort for its warm and mellow sound.

4. A Minor (A Orange, C Green, E Indigo): This very easy minor chord is played by placing your middle finger on the second fret of the G string. Strum all four strings for a melancholic yet beautiful sound that adds emotion to your playing.

5. D minor (D Blue, F Violet, A Orange): Add some mystique to your music with the D minor chord, played by placing your middle finger on the second fret of the G string, your ring finger on the second fret of the C string, and your index finger on the first fret of the E string.

6. E Minor (E Indigo, G Red, B Yellow): For a hauntingly beautiful sound, try the E Minor chord by placing your index finger on the second fret of the A string, your middle finger on the third fret of the E string, and your ring finger on the fourth fret of the C string. Strum all four strings for a melancholic and emotive vibe.

7. B diminished (B Yellow, D Blue, F Violet): Finally, master the B diminished chord by placing your index finger on the first fret of the E string, your middle finger on the second fret of the C string, and your pinky finger on the fourth fret of the G string. This chord adds a dark and brooding sound to your playing.

With Musical Colors' color-coded sticker guides and online resources, mastering these essential ukulele chords and discovery new ways to play them has never been easier. Our Visual Music Color System provides a visual connection that makes learning intuitive and fun, allowing you to focus on what you love most – making music. So grab your ukulele, unleash your creativity, and let the sweet sounds of the ukulele fill your world with joy and inspiration at www.musicalcolors.com.

#fretboard notes #Easy Guitar Chords #Basics of Guitar Chords #Guitar Chords for Beginners #Easy Ukulele Chords

[sitaramasilamani]

Expressing Yourself: Finding Your Voice Through Songwriting as a Beginner with Sitara

Songwriting is a powerful form of artistic expression that allows individuals to convey their thoughts, emotions, and experiences through music and lyrics. While the process of writing a song may seem daunting to beginners, it offers an opportunity for self-discovery, creativity, and personal growth. In this blog, we will explore songwriting ideas and techniques for beginners, offering practical tips and inspiration for finding your voice and expressing yourself through music.

Tap into Your Emotions

One of the most effective ways to start writing songs as a beginner is to tap into your emotions and personal experiences. Think about moments in your life that have made you feel joy, sadness, love, or anger, and use those emotions as inspiration for your lyrics. Write from the heart and be honest with yourself about what you're feeling. Don't be afraid to be vulnerable or raw in your writing – authenticity is key to connecting with your audience.

Allow yourself to explore a range of emotions as emphasized by professionals such as Sitara, from the highs of happiness to the lows of heartbreak. Each emotion holds its own power and can serve as a catalyst for creative expression. Remember, there are no right or wrong feelings when it comes to songwriting; what matters most is your ability to convey them authentically through your music.

Experiment with Melodies and Chords

As a beginner songwriter, it's essential to experiment with different melodies and chord progressions to find what resonates with you. Start by playing around with simple chord structures on your instrument of choice – whether it's a guitar, piano, or ukulele. Don't worry about making everything perfect right away; the goal is to let your creativity flow and see where it takes you. Try out different rhythms, tempos, and styles as emphasized by professionals such as Sitara, until you find a sound that feels right for you.

Don't be afraid to step outside your comfort zone and try new things. Play around with unconventional chord progressions or experiment with alternative tunings to discover unique sounds and textures. Remember, the beauty of songwriting lies in its endless possibilities – embrace the freedom to explore and innovate as you develop your own musical style.

Find Inspiration in Everyday Life

Inspiration for songwriting can come from anywhere – a conversation with a friend, a walk in nature, or even a fleeting thought that crosses your mind. Pay attention to the world around you and the moments that stir something inside you. Keep a journal or voice recorder handy to capture ideas as they come to you, and don't be afraid to draw from your own life experiences when writing lyrics. Remember, the most compelling songs often come from the most ordinary moments. Sitara Masilamani

Take time to observe the world with curiosity and wonder. Notice the small details – the way sunlight filters through the leaves or the sound of rain tapping against the window – and let them inspire you. Every experience, no matter how mundane, has the potential to spark creativity and ignite your imagination. Trust in your ability to find beauty and meaning in the world around you, and let it infuse your songwriting with depth and authenticity.

Use Imagery and Metaphor

Adding imagery and metaphor to your lyrics can elevate your songwriting and make your songs more engaging for listeners. Instead of stating things directly, try painting a picture with your words and evoking emotions through vivid imagery. Use metaphor and symbolism to convey complex ideas in a simple and relatable way. Play with language and experiment with different word choices until you find the perfect combination that resonates with your message.

Allow your imagination to run wild as you explore different ways of expressing yourself through metaphor and symbolism. Draw inspiration from literature, art, and the world around you to create rich and evocative imagery that brings your lyrics to life. Don't be afraid to take risks as emphasized by professionals such as Sitara and push the boundaries of traditional songwriting – the more creative and original your imagery, the more memorable and impactful your songs will be.

Collaborate with Others

Collaborating with other musicians and songwriters can be an invaluable learning experience for beginners. Working with others allows you to bounce ideas off one another, gain new perspectives, and learn from each other's strengths and weaknesses. Don't be afraid to reach out to fellow musicians in your community or online forums and explore opportunities for collaboration. Whether it's writing lyrics, composing melodies, or arranging instrumentation, collaborating with others can help you grow as a songwriter and expand your creative horizons.

Embrace the opportunity to collaborate with musicians who share your passion for music and creativity. Be open to feedback and constructive criticism, and approach collaboration as a chance to learn and grow as an artist. Remember, the most powerful songs often emerge from the synergy of diverse perspectives and talents. By working together with others as guided by professionals such as Sitara, you can create music that transcends individual limitations and resonates with audiences on a deeper level.

Embrace the Process

Above all, remember that songwriting is a journey, not a destination. Embrace the process of exploration, experimentation, and self-discovery as you navigate the world of songwriting as a beginner. Be patient with yourself as emphasized by professionals such as Sitara and allow yourself the freedom to make mistakes and learn from them. Celebrate your successes, no matter how small, and keep pushing yourself to grow and evolve as a songwriter. With dedication, perseverance, and a willingness to express yourself authentically, you'll find your voice and create music that resonates with others.

Trust in your creative instincts and believe in the power of your unique voice. Remember that every song you write is an opportunity to learn, grow, and refine your craft. Don't be discouraged by setbacks or challenges – embrace them as opportunities for growth and self-improvement. Stay true to yourself and your artistic vision, and never lose sight of the joy and fulfillment that songwriting brings. With time, patience, and perseverance, you'll unlock your full potential as a songwriter and create music that reflects your innermost thoughts, feelings, and experiences.

#sitara

[academiesofmusic]

Title: Strumming into Harmony: The Joys of Ukulele Lessons at Academies of Music

Introduction: In recent years, the ukulele has experienced a surge in popularity, captivating hearts with its cheerful sound and portable size. Whether you're drawn to its charming melodies or eager to explore new musical horizons, learning to play the ukulele can be a rewarding and enjoyable journey. At Academies of Music, we're passionate about sharing the magic of the ukulele with students of all ages and skill levels through our comprehensive ukulele lessons.

Discover the Ukulele: The ukulele, with its four strings and gentle tone, is a versatile and approachable instrument that's perfect for beginners and experienced musicians alike. Our ukulele lessons are designed to introduce you to the fundamentals of playing the instrument, from basic chords and strumming patterns to more advanced techniques like fingerpicking and chord melody arrangements. Whether you dream of strumming along to your favorite songs or composing your own ukulele masterpieces, our expert instructors are here to guide you every step of the way.

Professional Instruction: At Academies of Music, we're committed to providing the highest quality instruction to our students. Our ukulele teachers are experienced musicians with a passion for teaching and a deep understanding of the instrument. They'll work with you to develop a personalized lesson plan tailored to your individual goals and learning style, ensuring that you make steady progress and stay motivated on your ukulele journey.

Unlock Your Creativity: The ukulele is a wonderfully expressive instrument that offers endless opportunities for creativity and self-expression. In our ukulele lessons, you'll learn how to play a variety of musical styles, from traditional Hawaiian songs to contemporary pop hits. You'll also have the chance to explore different strumming patterns, chord voicings, and improvisation techniques, empowering you to express yourself freely through music and develop your own unique musical voice.

Build Confidence and Musicality: Learning to play the ukulele is not only fun and rewarding, but it also offers numerous cognitive and emotional benefits. Our ukulele lessons are designed to help you build confidence, improve your concentration and memory, and develop essential musical skills like rhythm, timing, and ear training. Whether you're playing for your own enjoyment or performing for an audience, you'll gain a sense of accomplishment and fulfillment as you progress on your ukulele journey.

Performance Opportunities: At Academies of Music, we believe that performing is an integral part of the learning process. That's why we offer numerous performance opportunities throughout the year, including recitals, concerts, and community events. These experiences provide valuable feedback and encouragement, helping you grow as a musician and build confidence in your ukulele playing abilities.

Conclusion: Whether you're a complete beginner or an experienced musician, ukulele lessons at Academies of Music offer a fun, enriching, and fulfilling learning experience. With expert instruction, personalized lesson plans, creative exploration, and performance opportunities, we provide everything you need to embark on a successful ukulele journey. Sign up for ukulele lessons at Academies of Music today and start strumming your way to musical bliss!For more details visit our website : www.academiesofmusic.com

#Piano Lessons #Guitar Lessons #Violin Lessons #Drum Lessons #Voice Lessons #Viola Lessons #Cello Lessons #Music Lessons #Instrument Rentals #Trumpet Lessons #Trombone Lessons #Clarinet Lessons #Saxophone Lessons #Ukulele Lessons #Flute Lessons

[ithastogosomewhere6]

Sunsets of Nostalgia

Coming back home after staying away for months is an emotional rollercoaster. It is even more so when you have been born and brought up there and have been away for college. But I got to go back to my home in Oman after 5 months away. And that trip and vacation came with a newfound appreciation for the country and city I grew up in. 

It is incredibly peaceful and quiet at certain times of the day and especially at night, I could hear music from a restaurant a kilometer away and an exceptionally loud conversation from the next street. It was a beautiful and restful peace compared to life in India. But the house was not quiet for the vacation, my brothers had taken their holidays and decided to join me as well.

There was music almost throughout the days, as it was Christmas, and the fact that all three of us are musicians. The band was back together. Well, I can never compare to the skill and talent that my brothers have, but I try. They love to just play and have fun with the music. The eldest brother was on the piano, the elder one was on the guitar and me on the violin or ukulele. Whenever we would play together, I was just playing catch-up or just the chords. 

(Credit: Andrew Menezes)

When we were coming for the vacation, we all made a plan and checklist about what we wanted to do. They basically were: climb the mountains nearby, eat shawarma, and tour Darsait, our home town. On the second day back, we already began striking items off that list. We went out in the mornings with our parents and took a few drives to nearby places that we used to frequent a lot. We climbed the mountains early in the afternoons, watched the sunsets and climbed back down in the twilight.

(Credit: Andrew Menezes)

We would go up those mountains and reminisce about the times we would do this when we were in Oman. We would talk about how India doesn’t have the same skies and clouds, about life, college, work, memories, and everything in between. Now whenever I look up at the sky and see orange clouds in a pink and blue background, I am and will always be reminded of family, home and my home town.

#family #brothers #home #sunset #christmas #music #violin #piano #guitar #ukulele #vacation #sultanate of oman #sultanet of oman #oman

[eriellesudario]

In My Head – The 2nd EP IS FINALLY OUT!!!

My 2nd EP is FINALLY OUT!!!

In My Head is my 2nd collection of songs composed between 2016 – 2018. In it are compositions revolving around my mental health when I was in university as so much is going on that I’ve decided to write songs about it.

Here is the tracklist:

Bedroom Jam

The Shady Song

Princess For A Day

Falling For You (Acoustic)

Goodbye

Themes of the EP

This entire EP revolves around my mental health and how I was feeling towards certain situations. While everything was handy dandy at one point, everything will eventually go downhill – no doubt about it.

Eventually this took a toll out of me and not many people believe me when it comes to these situation that I’ve decided to write songs about it. Hopefully that will get their attention.

As much as possible, I try to not mention names and try to be vague about it. But there will be people who would message me on who/what are the songs about, thinking I wrote about them or their friends.

Please know this – in this EP, while it was both parties who are at fault, it’s mostly about a group of people.

About the songs

1. Bedroom Jam

Bedroom Jam is a short piece inspired by the works of Rebecca Sugar (creator of Steven Universe). I like how she’s able to write short and meaningful songs on the ukulele before it gets its electronic instrumentation.

Bedroom Jam is the visualisation of me just picking up the ukulele and creating music. Using simple chords to just to create something short and sweet.

2. The Shady Song

I wrote this song back in 2016 when there was drama over on Twitter. I was listening to Twenty One Pilots at the time so part of this song was heavily influenced with ‘We Don’t Believe What’s on TV’.

What happened was, I was experimenting with a few chords since August but I had no idea how to build a song around it. One thing lead to another over on Twitter and I wrote the song you hear on the EP.

The funny thing about this song, it was the most controversial song within 3 of my online friendship groups (2 from the same fandom, one from a different community). When I posted demos and previews of the song on Snapchat and Discord, I’d get questions asking who is it about based on the language of the lyrics.

The song is about people who made me mad or upset on social media. Because they’re two-faced. When things don’t end up well, it becomes a shade fest where people will talk shit about you on social media and it takes a few brave people to let me know what was going on bts.

A few people asked if its about my old group chat and originally, that was the plan but as I join more fandoms and online communities, its no longer about them. There will always be 1-3 people who will be shady towards you.

3-4. Princess for a Day and Falling For You (Acoustic)

I already wrote stories behind these two songs (PFAD // FFY ) so feel free to read them.

The reason I added them is because they fit the themes of the EP which are my emotions that are stuck in my head. They are still stories I want to share.

5. Goodbye

Goodbye was inspired from a few songs: We Will Be Friends – LazyTown and The Balcony – Katherine and Eden.

The song is about leaving something knowing there is no point in staying. It’s being able to say goodbye and move on from the whole thing.

I wrote this song at 8am when I was still feeling depressed about something personal. At first, it was hard singing this song as I’d cry whenever I play it as memories started to flood in. It’s hard. But eventually, I was able to get through it.

And that’s all my songs from this EP and the backstories behind them. Hope this helps give you some context on what these songs are about and how I was inspired to write them.

If you want to listen to the EP, its on Spotify, Bandcamp, iTunes, Google Play, and CDBaby.

#2019 #original composition #in my head ep #music #Youtube

[wildrolli]

Jazz piano chord dictionary pdf

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Refer to the Seven basic 7th chords handout to see how to assemble 7th. 7th chords should be thought of as triads with an additional third added on top (making it a 7th above the root). Jazz harmony, as taught at the Berklee College of Music is based on the so called Chord Scale Theory. Major Minor 5 Dominant 7th Major 7th Minor 7th Minor Major 7th Sus 4 Sus 2 6 Minor 6 9 Minor 9 Major 9 Minor Major 9 11 Minor 11 Major 11 Minor Major 11 13 Minor 13 Major 13 Minor Major 13 add 9 Minor add 9 6 add 9 Minor 6 add 9 Dominant 7th add 11. You can discover the listing of compatible chords in the chosen size. While traditional music has the triad (3-note tertian chord) as its basic harmonic unit, jazz uses the 7th chord (4-note tertian chord) as its basic unit. C C / Db D D / Eb E F / E F / Gb G G / Ab A A / Bb B / Cb. Chords could end up being performed arpeggiated. You can pay attention how a scale or chord sounds. However, the value goes far beyond that You see. This voicing is valuable to master, as it can be used easily and practically in the context of your favorite standard ballads.

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Piano Partner displays chord amp level notes, levels, fingering for both fingers in major and minimal scales. Another jazz piano chords pdf that you will want to take advantage of is that which includes a chart of the 1-7-3-5-9 chord voicing demonstrated in Lesson 1 of ProProach. If you don't remember whát's the title of a chord or range, it helps you to discover it by keys. Piano Companion enables you to discover a chord or level by its name. Violin Companion can be a versatile chord amp range dictionary with user libraries and opposite mode.

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[jackbeazleymusic]

Evaluation

Lazy Day- Jack, Mariella and Tom

This first started when Mariella came to me with a song she had written which she played with her Ukulele. I loved the song and so workout out some chords to accompany the song as we both agreed that a piano would work better with the genre of the song. We then practised the song now with my piano accompaniment and it was sounding good. We then asked Tom if he could play some light drums to give the performance as swing and also keep the slow tempo going. When it came to the performance I felt that it went really well. I am so glad we added the drums as it gave the song more life and emotion. 

[parisstreet]

Some Quick Words On 'Everything And Less', Because I'm On Vacation

Hello and greetings from Copenhagen. This past afternoon I walked for 5 hours around a significant portion of the city. At one point, I stopped at a food stand, ordered a mojito, and drank it while crossing a bridge towards Freetown Christiana. It is the most alive I've felt in ages.

Anyway, I guess I should mention that a new Paris Street release has just come out this morning. It is called Everything And Less and consists of 3 songs. Here are a couple quick words about each one.

Everything And More - A re-worked version of 'Everything And Less' from the Sparks EP. When I finished the original version, I knew almost-immediately that a second version was in order, one that opened the song to some more instrumentation. This one subtracts the accordion and adds acoustic and electric guitar, ukulele bass, and percussion. I almost stretched this song to about 15 minutes (it's a very easy chord progression to improvise over), but kept it to a tidy 4. You're welcome.

She Cries - This started as a voice memo in 2011 that I saved under the name 'song idea while walking to hardware store'. I completely forgot about it until stumbling across it in early 2020 while in the US Virgin Islands. I reworked the song for piano, but couldn't find the right words for it, so it sat around for a couple months. Eventually, I took the lyrics from an even-older unfinished song and changed them around to fit this song's structure. It then sat around for a little longer, mainly because it's a bit of a bummer and didn't really fit with anything else I was working on until now. The completed song was originally called 'Sarah Cries', but I changed it so as to not confuse any of the 674 Sarahs I've dated in my life.

Baby, Tonight - Originally, a one-off that I posted on YouTube. The song deserves better, though, as I truly love it, and especially love when I can convey an emotion with as little words as possible. This version is actually slightly different from the YouTube video, with a clearer mix, and some changes to the melody at the end. It rules.

Alright, I'm going to sleep, then gonna walk some more in the morning and afternoon, then go to a bucket-list of a Tindersticks concert in the evening (tickets still available - come join me!). Thanks for reading. The new EP can be found now on Spotify, Amazon Music, Bandcamp, and all the other streamers. Hope you dig it.

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