#bowed string instruments

[mother-ofthe-universedraws]

Hey what if I just…

Something something Angy Theatre Kid x Mad Scientist.

Anyways, Happy Halloween! My favorite holiday deserves my favorite ships

[inky-goddess]

forbidden honey

[whateverussy]

i want to eat sand about the fucking motifs and instrumentation in epic FUCK

[doctorwhoisadhd]

also ruby you are full of SHIT "i can't breathe" YOU'RE IN A DOUBLE BASS. THE ENTIRE INSTRUMENT IS HOLLOW. YOU CAN STICK YOUR FINGERS THROUGH THE F HOLES. THOSE THINGS ARE NOT AIR TIGHT.

[chevvy-ryder]

Me sitting here, editing pics in middle of the night. I listen to random music suggestions.

and what came to my mind is

If Thyjs was an instrument he surely would be a cello. Yet his favorite instrument, he likes to play, is a piano.

But I see him as a cello.

[kangaracha]

what's a really unfortunate discovery in my life in the last two years is that my boss told me i was racing against my beeper counting seconds last year and confiscated it (secret skill unlocked: can count to fifteen seconds in your head with extreme accuracy) and i'm like he cannot be for real with this, how do you Race Time. and then i play guitar against a metronome and You'll Never Fucking Guess What My Fatal Flaw Is

[gender-trash]

while im talking bad fanfic lubes: rosin is only used with bowed string instruments, not plucked ones! it goes on the bow hairs to make them grip the strings better! most importantly, it comes in a SOLID CAKE and is STICKY. it's literally the opposite of lube. and jaskier thewitcher wouldn't be carrying it around anyway, because he plays THE LUTE

[imjustajustin]

"thinking it would help"

it WILL help. going from a cello to a guitar by simply giving a bow is genius

So I decided to draw meme about guitar- They brought a double bass bow thinking it would help-

(I play double bass and violin so I respect music 😭

[miaprime]

string players I need your help. i want to play my violin but the screw on my bow has come all the way loose and I can’t get it back in. the frog is still attached and there’s still a bit of tension in the hair I just can’t get the screw in all the way

[aeolianblues]

Two Ontarians came together and created the awesomest new musical instrument??

One guy is a musician from Ottawa and has been toying with the design of a new instrument for 30 years, then he met a clockmaker and woodworker from Guelph who was eager to make this instrument a reality.

And it's absolutely beautiful. It's cylindrical and played with a bow, 10 equally spaced strings that you bow in different spots to change tensions and make a sound.

And the genius of it musically, is that it's cyclical so as you keep rotating the cylinder, you come back round to the first notes you struck (if you keep your bow still), and so you get these rhythmic, periodic repeating patterns that sound really ethereal, calming and hypnotic.

Apparently it made some listeners cry, and I was surprised before hearing it. Skilled playing can make people cry, sure. Melodies, harmonies, all that stuff, definitely. The open instrument itself? If you just eyeballed bowing a cello you'd drive people far away, I'd reckon. I certainly would.

But I saw a clip of it in action, I can definitely see it now.

They called the instrument Fron2. A new Canadian musical instrument!

[lutekeeper]

"Cello" is actually short for "violoncello", the full name for the instrument. It roughly translates to "little big viola." The cello evolved from the bass violin, which was one of several instruments called a violone. And "violone" means - you guessed it - "big viola."

I don't expect this to change your mind, but it's a delightful piece of trivia!

a viola is just the love child of a violin and cello

CHANGE MY FUCKING MIND

[tenth-sentence]

The quintet took their bows.

"Weaveworld" - Clive Barker

[the-griffons-saddlebag]

⚔️ 𝗡𝗲𝘄 𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗺! String Blade
Weapon (rapier), rare ___ This magic blade looks like the bow of a string instrument: the bow’s string is a fine and sharp metal filament. You gain a +2 bonus to attack and damage rolls made with this magic weapon, which deals slashing damage instead of piercing. If you use the blade as a bow to play a string instrument, this bonus applies to any Charisma (Performance) check you make with it. If you’re proficient with at least one string instrument, you can choose to replace one or more of your attacks with the weapon with a special ranged one, which has a normal range of 20 feet and a long range of 80 feet. To do so, you drag the blade through the air as if you were playing a string instrument (such as a cello or violin). For each attack you make with it in this way, a shimmering blade of sonic power leaps from the weapon and streaks towards the target. You are proficient with this attack, which uses either your Dexterity or Charisma modifier for the attack and damage rolls (your choice). On a hit, a target takes thunder damage equal to 1d8 + the chosen modifier. If you’re a bard, the damage is equal to your Bardic Inspiration die, provided it’s a d8 or higher. ___ ✨ Patrons get huge perks! Access this and hundreds of other item cards, art files, and compendium entries when you support The Griffon's Saddlebag on Patreon for as little as $3 a month!

[sharpjay217]

Xisuma "His Name Is Music Backwards" audibly nerding out over the orchestra in Pearl's ballroom.

Transcript:

Xisuma: "Okay. Oh, wow!"

[Pearl chuckles.]

Xisuma: "Yo."

Pearl: "I do have a slightly altered version for that particular music box, there's another music box that plays Creator, which is my vision for this whole ballroom, but—"

Xisuma (slightly interrupting): "Oh my— I...I love the instruments, right!"

Pearl: "Oh, thank you! They're just literally, like, you know, changed into the Minecraft forms of what they would be."

Xisuma: "Well, we got— we got like horns! We got the horn section. I love the cymbals, crash cymbals."

Pearl: [chuckles] "Thank you!"

Xisuma: "Now the rods, I'm not quite so sure, what would— uh, flutes?"

Pearl: "They're the, yeah, like the flutes or the pipe part of the orchestra."

Xisuma: "And then the bows would probably be like bows, but what's the cube they're holding, then?"

Pearl: "I think like, if I remember, I think that's generally like the string part of the orchestra. The strings—"

Xisuma: "Okay."

Pearl, continuing: "So like, if you've got a violin or something. It's been a while since I made this, and it was suggestions from the community, for like, what each little robot would be."

Xisuma: "Yeah, and then the flint and steel?"

Pearl: "I actually can't remember what the flint and steel is."

Xisuma: [laughs] "Oh, it's so good though, I love this! All their little faces!"

Pearl: "Thank you!"

[blue-arkhamknight]

SKETCHES.

Warning: None. (Damian, Jon, and reader are age ten to make the story a bit more sweeter.)

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School wasn’t so bad! If you look at it from Damian’s perspective it’s awesome. He gets to learn AND play music. He’s a very tasked kid, playing about 5 instruments. Impressive isn’t it? Violin, guitar, trumpet, viola, and harmonica. Let me say, he’s proud.

For his age the boy shared a love for classical music. A habit of scrunching his nose when he heard some of the school bands play harsh music. It wasn’t like an abomination or something, but just not his cup of tea. Jon, his friend really was just the opposite. From insulting Mozart to shredding his messy and loud electric guitar in his main solos.

Lunch was one of his favorite parts of the day. The food he got to eat and practicing of his instruments, sounds of the bow hitting the strings of his perfectly tuned instrument. Truly it was heavenly to his ears. “You messed up again.” a voice he had memorized rang in his head like an echo, immediately looking embarrassed with the biggest frown. “I certainly do not mess up. Clean your ears.” he told you with a scowl.

You looked up at him from your sketchbook, doing a sketch piece that you forgot as homework in lunch time while you listened to him play. “But you did- you played C minor instead of D.” you said and pointed at his music sheet. Damian huffed and looked where your finger pointed. “Yeah, I knew that. I was just testing you.” he said, his tone betraying him and saying in a hidden way ‘Yeah I messed up.’.

The assignment you had wasn’t difficult, hence to why you forgot to do it. The instructions were: ‘Draw someone or anything as many times as you liked, but you had to fill the whole page.’ your teacher had spoken in class. Damian tried to peek at your page, failing. Your arm was hiding it like a person who wouldn’t let anyone cheat off their exam. He fairly came to the conclusion that it wasn’t fair. You never showed him your art! He always showed you his paintings and musical errors without hiding them!

He still made no fuzz, no matter how much he wanted to look at the sketchbook he respected that maybe you didn’t feel comfortable with sharing your drawings. Damian understood how most artists were embarrassed of showing their works and that was normal. He continued playing his violin, from playing his piece to playing Howl’s Moving Castle. For a moment you stopped with the pencil strokes.

You mentioned many times before Howl’s Moving Castle, though they were mindless thoughts and some homework doodles. Damian had taken his time to memorize the famous melody in his violin. His gaze was torn between you and his fingers on the violin strings and his other hand on his bow. The gaze was intense, like a stoic way of saying ‘Hey! I learned this for you.’. Other students and teachers paused to look at Damian, ones impressed and others recognizing the tune. Equally, your gaze fixated on him also.

Soon your hand moved on the paper once again, calm with the familiar melody as you drew the familiar boy in front of you with his violin. The drawing wasn’t an exact copy of the moment of course, but it was very clear it was Damian Wayne. That was the reason you didn’t show him your drawings. It would be weird to show your friend he’s secretly your muse. The stop of the music made you look up, his face scrunched up in a way of silently saying that you should be excited. In a quick panic you just clapped your hands, making others that had heard clap along.

It was priceless. His red face full of embarrassment. The claps died down and his face went back to normal slowly. He frowned at you and gave you a huff, “I wished to be appreciated, but not from the whole school.” he stoically stated, exaggerating in the slightest. “Sorry, Wayne.” you said back apologetically, only getting a “Tt.” from him.

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“I will walk today, Pennyworth.” the boy addressed the man through the passenger window the butler had rolled down. Alfred was indeed surprised. “Alright, Master Damian. Are you sure you will not even drop your violin in the vehicle?” his father’s butler asked, making Damian open a door and leave the violin case securely on the seat and closing the door again. He ran to his friends (whether he liked to admit it or not, you and Jon were his friends.), stopping right in front of the guitarist and artist.

After a while of friendly banter, Jon waved and walked away. Now being alone with Damian he took a notice of the hour. “I will walk you home.” he stated. Not even a ‘Can I walk you home?’. You didn’t comment on it since you didn’t have a ride home. “Okay, Damian.” you spoke with a grateful nod.

He walked with you to your home, making small talk and getting a few laughs and smiles out of you which were secretly his goal. Damian also carried your lunchbox. It was a habit he got from the first day of school, which you guys met. You had teasingly asked him to carry your lunchbox and he surprisingly did it. Grumpily, but he still did, after that he developed a habit of doing it. As you stepped foot in front of your door step you turned around, looking at the boy as he made a call for Alfred to pick him up. You dropped your bag mindlessly and companied him in front of your own house to wait for his ride.

“Thank you for walking me home.” you thanked, earning a nod from him. “No problem.” he brushed off, setting your lunchbox next to your bookbag and without you noticing he grabbed something from your bookbag and closed the zipper quietly, putting the item on the inside his jacket. “You okay?” you asked after seeing his rapid movements. “Yes, I am alright.” he said looking over at you and pretending to fix the cuffs of his jacket.

Alfred arrived after about 10-20 minutes, stopping right in front of your house. “Bye Damian! See you at school!” you said with a smile and a wave. He returned the wave and a small “Yeah, bye.”. He hopped in the back seat of the car and Alfred rolled down the window. “Thank you for waiting with him.” Alfred said gratefully, “No problem, Alfred. See you soon!” you responded. You knew the Wayne family for a bit now, Alfred and Bruce being very fond of Damian having another friend aside Jon.

You got inside your house when you took your backpack and lunch box and Alfred made sure. The car got out of view once he made sure you were safely inside. Now that Damian was alone he took out the thing he had taken. Your sketchbook. He knew he was doing something very wrong, but curiosity killed the cat. He flipped page through page of your art assignments. There were studies and all, but he mainly saw himself. Damian realized that, one; your drawings were awesome, two; he felt- happy? How would he work this out? …

How would he tell you that he was Robin?

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I wrote again!! I need to add more dialogue to my stories and better them. I don’t know if i should continue this.