sorryihavemarchingband:

Let’s start a debate in the reed community:

You are given two options, but you can only pick one. No in-betweens. Which do you choose, and why:

1. Plastic reeds are good. I love them.

2. Plastic reeds are bad. I hate them.

I never used plastic reeds… So I’m going with wood reeds. Sry

Just a reminder: Your bad days only hold as much weight as your good days. By the same token, your good days hold just as much weight as your bad days. Neither one defines you as more or less of a musician. The fact that you had a bad day does NOT make you a bad musician.

imagine how many brain cells i’d still have if the low brass/percussion wasn’t right next to my wonderful amazing perfect tenor section

everything was peaceful in the world,,

but then the trumpets attacked

in all my 4 years of saxophoning, not once have i not felt a very strong desire to belt out careless whisper. not. once. it never leaves. it always haunts my practice sessions. always.

i want to be ron swanson’s saxophone

the proper way to play the trumpet is by throwing it in the fuckin trash

practice? ha. real funny. I haven’t practiced since the war of 1812

a piece of my band director’s soul dies every time i play tequila and you know what i still do????

doot with power. doot with all of your might. doot until your doot maker won’t make any more doots.

bd: get in your spots for a run through

me: bold of you to assume i know where my spot is