#Vic Firth

[thisnoise]

[decaydancescans]

Vic Firth ad featuring Mayt McGinley

Found in Alternative Press Issue no.243.1

[onryou-onryou]

"A Week With" Zach Danziger - Part 2 of 2

[gruelproponent]

fr fr as much as I love being contrarian in my drumming equipment selections I need to stop using SD2s, like half of the pairs I’ve used ever have just exploded on me on the first use

[hillsmallets]

Website: https://www.hillsmallets.com.au/

Phone: +61 435 297 442

Hills Mallets offers Australian Made Timpani Mallets for beginners to professionals.

Hills Mallets was founded by Adelaide Symphony Orchestra Principal Timpanist Andrew Penrose in 2021 with a dedication to creating Australian made timpani mallets for the musicians of Australia.

All mallets are made personally by Andrew at his home workshop in the Adelaide Hills.

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[notafraidofredyellowandblue]

Does Paul have any signature guitars like Richard? Or any other guys signature instruments?

Hi! I must admit i don't know much musical tech stuff, but i had a look around and yes, Paul does have a signature guitar with Gibson from the Les Paul series (i bet at least 25% of it is because of that name 🌺)

Here he talks about his guitar (any excuse to hear Paul talking)

See also these two older Tumblr posts by @duhasst with more info on the guitars

Bonus: Paul and his Les Paul

Another bonus: Richard about his own signature guitar, and how Paul helped 'customize' his first guitar 😊

Apart from that there's also a Paul Landers signature fly rig, here's the promo

and especially lovely is this interview where he talks about it (and explains how small it is 😄)

And ofcourse both guitarists have their signature guitarstrap at richterstraps

Olli has at least one signature bass with Sandberg, unfortunately i can only find pictures and not him talking about it which is a shame

For Schneider i found this gear list but apart from his Signature Vic Firth drumsticks i don't know if he has other signature equipment

but there are loads of videos of him talking 'gear', like this one

But maybe others have more info on signature equipment? Feel free to add on 🍀

[foliosriot]

Could I mayhaps get some Folio angst? Mayhaps a heated kiss and getting handsy?

STAY

nick folio x reader

WARNINGS!!

18+ only MDNI, suggestive content, idk let me know if i missed anything

AUTHOR’S NOTE!!

anon you truly inspired me with this one. please enjoy this, and please ignore how it clearly got away from me <3

masterlist

The bedroom door clicking shut rouses you from your half asleep state. Nick’s side of the bed is vacant, and you can hear his voice from out in the living room area of your shared apartment.

You assume he’s on the phone and will come back after the call is over. But getting back into your nap is proving to be a little too difficult as you continue lying in bed.

You end up just pulling yourself to your feet. You grab whatever sweater is closest to you — it’s one of Nick’s, the Vic Firth logo across the chest — and pull it over your head and fit your arms through the sleeves before exiting the bedroom.

Nick’s voice echoes from the kitchen, and you immediately follow the familiar, comforting sound. You prop yourself against the wall between the kitchen and living room when you walk up. Nick is facing the opposite wall so you can see the left side of his body as he enthusiastically speaks into the phone speaker.

“Dude, I’ve been waiting to get back on the road for months,” Nick replied. He had a broad smile on his face. “This is gonna be fucking sick.”

Right.

Tour.

Your heart aches painfully inside your chest as Nick goes quiet, listening to whoever was on the other line. His smile was nearly blinding. It made your chest tighten.

“Oh, for sure. I’ll get packed tomorrow then come stay with you for the night before we head out, if that’s alright.”

Wait. What?

You didn’t know the tour was so soon. Well, maybe you did and just hadn’t realized. You can vaguely recall Nick mentioning it sometime last week. Or was that a month ago? Maybe all of the above, honestly. At this point, the periods between Bad Omens’ tours and various other shows have all begun to blur. You hardly even realize if and when Nick is home.

And that’s the kicker, isn’t it? Nick is the only reason you’re able to fall asleep at night anymore; he’s constantly making sure you’re okay and if you’ve eaten or not, checking in on you every other minute of every day. But you wouldn’t have it any other way.

So what the fuck are you gonna do now? This always fucking happens: you need Nick with you, he says he’ll stay, ends up leaving for tour in the near future. This is getting ridiculous.

You’re not sure if you can do this again.

You bite your tongue as you listen to Nick wrap up his phone call. He taps at the hang up button on the screen of his phone, that same smile stretching across his face. Fuck, he looks so excited…

“Who was that?” you find yourself asking timidly. Your shoulder is beginning to hurt from leaning against the wall.

Nick twirls towards you, his smile growing and brightening when he sees you standing there.

“Matt! Tour starts in a few days, so I’m gonna get packed early and stay a night with him before our first show,” Nick explains excitedly. He trots up to you. “But I’m gonna run and get some food before I do any packing. Do you want anything?”

You shake your head. “No, I’m okay,” you tell him. “Thank you, though.”

Nick leans in to kiss your cheek then skirts around you out of the kitchen. From behind you, you can hear him grabbing his keys and his feet against the floor as he walks around the living room and suddenly you can’t choke back your words any longer.

“Nick?”

You hesitantly turn around to see Nick sitting on the couch as he pulls on his shoes. He looks up at you quizzically whilst tying the laces.

“What’s up, babe?”

Deep breath. It’s now or never, you realize as you stride a few feet away from the wall.

“Please don’t go,” you whisper, hoping Nick could hear.

Nick’s brow creases in confusion. “To McDonald’s?” he questions. He rises to his feet once his shoes are tied. “‘Cause I can go to Wendy’s or somewhere else if you decide you want something.”

That almost makes you chuckle.

“N-No, not that,” you correct. Your teeth dig into your bottom lip for a fraction of a second. “Tour. Please don’t leave.”

Understanding crosses Nick’s face. He hums in acknowledgement, the keyring now spinning around his right index finger. He looks at you.

“I wish I could stay, you know that,” he says quietly as he crosses the small gap between the two of you to reach you. “But I can’t just stay home from a tour like this. You understand, right?”

You’re not holding back this time. You are telling him what you need to say, and if he decides to leave and ignore you regardless, then it was still worth it.

Right?

“No, Nick, I don’t understand,” you say. “You’re always leaving, and I can barely tell when you’re home anymore. It feels like you’re always gone.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means I feel like I rarely see you, like you’re on one tour or another.”

Nick gives you a funny look riddled with confusion.

He doesn’t reply.

“Just stay home longer than a couple weeks. Please?”

“Babe, I can’t. The guys need me,” he counters. His shoulders are tensing up and he is not doing a very good job at keeping the agitation out of his voice; he’s getting defensive.

“I need you.”

That gets him to pause completely. There’s a certain hardness in his eyes that has your skin prickling and crawling, but you force yourself not to back down. You have been needing to talk to him about this for a couple years now, and just never have. Now is not the time to swallow your pride and watch him leave for the millionth time.

“Is your band more important to you than I am?” The question surprises Nick, but it surprises you too. You don’t allow yourself to show it, though, unlike Nick. “Is touring the world more important than our relationship?”

“Y/N, stop. That comparison isn’t fair—“

“Is your band more important than me?” you ask again, your voice growing in volume. “I have been your number one supporter since the beginning. That is why I haven’t said shit about you going on tour after tour. I’ve put up with being away from you for so long even though I fucking hate it! And yet you still go, even when you know how much I hate us being apart.”

“Your support means the fucking world to me,” Nick says in a raised voice. “And I love knowing you’re cheering me on from the sidelines all the time, no matter where I am. But this is my job! I can’t just call in sick or decide not to go.”

“Then talk to Matt about spacing out tours or something!” Now you’re on the verge of begging. “I need you, Nick! Why is that so hard to understand?”

Nick takes a step backwards. “I’m not doing this right now,” he mutters. “I’m gonna go. I’ll be back later.”

Your pulse is burning. Anger is pulsing through your veins and your head is spinning like a top.

How can he be so selfish? Does he truly care so little for your relationship? You knew Bad Omens was important to him, but deliberately ignoring your pleas after having explained your reasoning? His arrogance is suffocating.

“Yeah, go ahead!” you scream at Nick as he heads for the front door. “Fucking leave! Leave for tour when you know I need you – again!”

He pauses. Turning to look at your way you see his face has reddened and his eyebrows are tightly knit together. You can’t quite tell if it’s from anger or guilt. Frankly, you don’t give a shit.

“You know what?” You draw in a shaky deep breath as Nick continues staring at you. “Don’t come back. After tour, stay with your stupid fucking band you always leave me for, or Dakota or Bryan. ‘Cause I’m not letting you back in if you come knocking. This is the last goddamn time I’m letting you leave me, so you—“

You don’t get to finish your sentence, because Nick is suddenly surging toward you, his hand curling around the side of your head beside your ear. He digs his fingers into your scalp as he pulls you into him. You have just enough reaction time to thread your fingers into his hair.

The force he’s kissing you with is nearly bruising. He’s painting your lips with his own, and they’ll be a dark, mottled purple by the end of this. But you don’t mind all that much; from the moment your mouths met you were forcing every ounce of anger and desperation and frustration onto Nick’s tongue, and he is doing the same.

Nick has his hands all over you. The one was gripping and tugging at your hair, while the other was shoved up under your sweater and roughly searching the curves of your torso. Years of playing drums have left his hands rough and calloused, and you fail at suppressing the shiver that passes through your body when he’s roughly dragging his fingers across your skin.

Each movement leaves your nerves on fire and your flesh singing and yearning for more. Each of you senses are begging for Nick to never stop, to just keep touching you everywhere for all eternity. He has you wrapped around his finger.

The only sounds exchanged are frantic breaths and the occasional whimper or moan. Then comes the yelp that escapes your mouth when Nick has your legs around his waist and your back up against the wall. He presses his body into your own, every hard line and every divot meeting with a bolt of electricity.

You feel the hand beneath your sweater fiddling with the fabric of your bra while the other moves to your jaw. Nick gets a couple fingers under the bra’s flimsy wires, the pads of his fingers pushing into the soft tissue of your breast. His other hand is clasping tightly at your jaw and throat.

Nick nips at your lips roughly. He then trails openmouthed kisses from your chin down to your neck, his mouth searing hot against your skin. His teeth keep grazing the column of your throat, and you have begun to forget why you were angry in the first place.

Nick slows down the pace of his kisses. He presses one more to the center of your neck before he pulls back. His breathing is heavy and his pupils are dilated when he looks directly at you. One of your hands is still in his hair, so what was once perfectly styled is now a tangled mess. Your other hand is clawing at Nick’s ribs from under his t-shirt, which had ridden up significantly from your heated encounter.

“Baby…”

The hand that had been clutching and destroying the skin along Nick’s abdomen escapes the safety of his shirt and you roughly press your fingers onto his lips. He immediately stops from continuing his thought, and you’re suddenly overwhelmed by the sight of the bright red blush crawling up his semi-exposed shoulders, neck and face. Lust is burning inside his eyes as he stares at you.

“Please don’t go,” you say. Your voice is broken and quiet when you finally address your boyfriend. You shift your fingers downwards, but the pads of your index and middle catch on Nick’s bottom lip for a moment before meeting his stubble-ridden chin.

Nick doesn’t speak right away. Instead, he leans back in to capture your lips in another passionate kiss. The way he moves against you is fucking addicting, and he knows every spot all along your body that makes you lose your mind. And he’s doing just that as he moves his hands to your hips, using his strength to force you to grind against him. He greedily swallows your weakened moans.

“Come with me,” he pants in between kisses.

“Nick—“

“Come with me,” he repeats, this time more aggressively. “Please. That way… we don’t have to be apart again.” You feel him smirk against your lips. “But maybe we could make this tradition if we are apart.”

You end up agreeing to join him on tour with Bad Omens. That is, only after he apologizes in every way he possibly can with you spread out in front of him.

thank you for reading! i hope you enjoyed! likes and reblogs are very much appreciated <3

♱ foliosriot 2023

[necnnights]

.・。.・THE INSTRUMENTS OF NEON NIGHTS

inspired by Kasey @plasticflwrs

( I ) Eunbyul is most often spotted with the PRS SE CUSTOM 24. It’s used in the majority of the band’s performances, and has traveled with her to every country Neon Nights has traveled to.

( II ) For studio recordings, she prefers to use the GIBSON LES PAUL STUDIO. It’s one of her more prized possessions, and for that reason, it hardly leaves her bedroom and its case outside of recording sessions.

( III ) She’s the most emotionally attached to the acoustic YAMAHA FS800, which was the first guitar she learned how to play. 

( IV ) Her latest addition is the SCHECTER HELLRAISER, purchased as their music began to take a louder and more aggressive sound. It also looks cooler in their music videos.

( V ) Though it has yet to make an appearance in any of their music, Eunbyul is also a proficient CELLIST. Prior to joining the band, she considered a pursuing a career as a professional symphony musician.

( I ) Hwajung’s current drum kit is the PEARL MASTERS MAPLE in rose gold.

( II ) Her backup kit is her old PEARL EXPORT set. It lives in pieces between the Neon Nights practice room and their apartment.

( III ) Her favorite cymbals are the ZILDJIAN A line. She’d literally die if she had to use the ones that came with the drum set.

( IV ) Hwajung’s drum sticks of choice are the VIC FIRTH AMERICAN CLASSIC 5A. She always carries an extra pair or two, because one of her biggest fears is trying to twirl a stick on stage, dropping it, and losing it forever.

( I ) Yumi’s main bass guitar is the YAMAHA TRBX504 that she's been using since their debut. 

( II ) She tried to upgrade to the YAMAHA BB734A a couple of years ago, but quickly changed her mind. She now uses it only for studio recordings.

( III ) For special occasions—showing off—she plays the YAMAHA TRBX505, the five-string version of her usual bass. 

( I ) Eden owns one keyboard: the YAMAHA CP88. She spends more time singing than playing the piano, so she doesn’t see the point in getting another one. 

( II ) As a child, she learned how to play the piano on her family's STEINWAY AND SONS K52.

( III ) She's also the band’s resident VIOLINIST, having played the instrument from her days as a student in youth symphony.

( IV ) Her electric violin is the YAMAHA SV-200, though she uses it much less than the acoustic one.

( I ) Qiuyun’s first guitar was the FENDER PLAYER STRATOCASTER, recommended to her by Eunbyul, despite Eunbyul not favoring Fenders.

( II ) As she grew more proficient with her instrument, she upgraded to the FENDER AMERICAN PROFESSIONAL II STRATOCASTER, which is now her most-used guitar.

( III ) From time to time, she can also be seen with the IBANEZ PRESTIGE AZ2204NW.

[in-the-pocket]

[ sling ] sender slings an arm around receiver's shoulder

Evening. St. Vitus bar (rip, it lives on in my heart), at the far end of Greenpoint. The bill's a horror story in and of itself: MIDNIGHT, JESUS PIECE, ESCUELA GRIND, 200 STAB WOUNDS. The place is a total dive, dimly lit and packed to the gills. Stickers adorn stray surfaces, largely from acts who have played here before.

There, milling in the crowd, up front and to the right ("Trust me, it's the safest spot to be.") against a barricade-free stage, Lance tries and fails to be cool about it. It being taking a drink and gently slinging an arm about her shoulders, tattooed knuckles relaxing once he's done so.

"You nervous?"

The question takes her by surprise. Not only because she was starting to drown in the noise, but because it's an oddly tender question for him.

Lance had texted her approximately eight minutes before he was in the lobby of her apartment. She cursed and immediately called him. She asked him what to wear. He'd said "anything." She hated him for that. He always made sure she was comfortable and true to herself. It irritated her to no end. She huffed and puffed and elbowed him several times while they were gently rocked on the E train into Brooklyn.

She went with a black short-sleeved button down and high waisted black jeans to at least not attract attention with color. The orange and red curls were enough. Her shoes were a pair of her dance sneakers. Unassuming. Normal. Not a dead giveaway. When they'd walked in, she took a mental note of the slipperiness of the floors under her smooth soles. This would make a great dance floor...

But this was not a swing dancing venue with big band horns blaring and pairs of dancers crowding the floor. Folks here stand shoulder to shoulder chatting and murmuring about all sorts of things she doesn't understand. Growls, screams, squeals. What is this, a zoo?

The young woman tilts her head up and to the side, the little curious dog thing she does. She laughs quietly in the hopes that the chatter snuffs it out. It wavers a bit. She wavers a bit.

"Don't think so," she quips. Her brown eyes are even darker than usual in this dim lighting and they quickly scan the characters standing around them. They dart from face to face with the same quickness they had when she was on stage. It was a necessary skill to gauge the crowd.

"I like the energy in here. Very different from stuff I usually go to. I can feel the electricity building between everybody." She's thoughtful, aware, in tune. She feels that same electricity in the hairs on her uncharacteristically toned forearms.

It's only after her comment that she notices how comfortably his arm hangs over her shoulder. Even if the volts increase in her skin, he's grounded with his rubber soles. Pippa can tell he's not putting his full weight on her. Again with the making sure she's comfortable. Ugh.

And tonight will be another night she doesn't call attention to the physical connection. Like other days and nights where they hold onto one another and connect lazily, she'll let it linger, breathe it in, then exhale and let it pass naturally when it ends.

She's not uncomfortable. Not in this place, not next to him, not under his arm. Saying that wasn't necessary though.

Pippa wiggles her foot again. It slides easily. She scoots a bit closer to him, pressing half of her back against his chest now. If someone falls into her a bit too hard, she's got no traction. Might as well get herself stable and situated before the chaos starts. Hopefully he says nothing- lets it linger and pass.

She says nothing for a few moments, silently observing his warmth against her. This place was already getting warm, but his heat was less oppressive. More reassuring.

Suddenly, she jerks forward and her eyes widen.

"Shit! Almost forgot," she shoves a manicured hand into her front pocket and digs out two little rubber cases. They both read Vic Firth on the front. She opens one of them and pulls out two earplugs attached together with a string and shoves one immediately into her right ear canal. He may be someone she can count on to keep her off the floor and safe from being punched, but he can't stop tinnitus ringing.

She holds out the other case up to him with a cheeky grin. "Figured you don't wanna use one of my gross pairs. So I gotcha some new ones for yourself."

And there it is. The tacit acknowledgment of proximity of heart, body and musical interest.

[thisnoise]

[we-are-houseguest]

DRUMBLR

hello! it's been a little bit. i asked caitlyn to write up a little drum breakdown to explain the who/what/when/where/why of what we used, because i'm an engineer and a guitar player and i have no insights into her drum logic. without further ado: DRUMBLR.

"Most of the drums were live recorded in our practice space using my old Tama Superstar Hyperdrive birch kit I got like a decade ago, with Remo skins - Controlled Sound for the snare, Pinstripe clears for the toms and a Powerstroke 3 for the kick - and using mostly Yamaha and Tama stands.  

I like the way the Pinstripe skins let the low end thump of the kit's birch wood shells shine through, and the kick drum itself is a cannon, deeper than most at 20" long and 22" wide, and a Powerstroke 3 rocks on it. The snare is a 6.5x14" Tama Metalworks snare, a steel snare drum which has LOADS of character in live settings. My right foot uses an Iron Cobra 900 single pedal, which I have loved and stuck with for years because it is a double chain drive which I like because it feels sturdier than a single chain, and the pedal board has an adjustable spring underneath to help take advantage of more responsive kickback if I need it. I use Vic Firth 5A sticks.  

The snare and kick are largely only present in background for the EP, because I wanted A) to have more control in the actual sound of them in the recordings, and B) it allows them to come through clearly without messing too much with EQ etc. The recordings were still used with my DAW to trigger samples for the kick and snare.

The cymbals are of the Zildjian K Sweet line, with 15" hats, 17" and 19" crashes and a 21" ride. The K Sweet line has been my go to for faster and sharper pop punk stuff that's bright, but also has a darker tone for cymbal washes. I wanted to use cymbals that had a darker flavour to them for this too. 

For the snare and kick drum, I used a drum sample DAW plugin called Superior Drummer 3, which took the recorded snare and kick drum tracks and spat out MIDI which was used to trigger the samples. 

The snare is a sample composite of 3 different recorded snares: an 8x14" Tama Artwood maple for most of the body, and a 4x14" Ludwig 20s Black Beauty and 5x14" Gretsch Solid Aluminum snare for more snap in the attack.

The kick drum just uses a recorded 16x22" Genista Premier with a clear batter and a nice low punchy tone.

- Caitlyn"

there you have it folks, musical spring water right from the source. enjoy and wait with baited breath for the next post - guitarssssssss!!!!!

~ elizabeth

[filthforfriends]

Hyperfixate on Ethan Torchio’s Kit with Me !!🥁

Ludwig Vistalite Drums in Black Sparkle/Smoke ~ $3000 + Ludwig Legacy Mahogany Drum Shells

This was his primary kit during the Loud Kids Tour, but Ethan also used clear Vistalite drum shells often.

The two microphones marked with blue tape are Shure SM57 Cardioids ~ $99 each (he uses three typically)

Centered is a Ludwig 9 in x 13 in Rack Tom.

At chin height on the right is a Sabian AAX Crash Cymbal ~ $329

The small black drum attached to the front of the kick drum is actually a microphone: Yamaha SMRM100 Subkick ~ $419

Inside the kick port is a Shure Beta 52A Microphone ~ $199

Inside the kick drum (not visible) is a Shure Beta 91 Half-Cardioid Condenser ~ $249

Between Ethan’s legs is Ludwig Black Beauty 6.5 in x 14 in Snare ~ $699 It’s the only non-Vistalite drum in his kit.

At Ethan’s hip is a Roland Tm-6 Pro Drum Trigger Module ~ $899

On the far left are Sabian HHX Hi-hat Cymbals ~ $599

Upper right corner is Sabian 22” HHX Omni Ride Cymbal ~ $579 This cymbal changes positions but it’s always on his kit.

Ludwig Vistalite 16 in x 16 in Floor Tom

Ethan recently added a 14 in x 14 in Floor Tom, as shown in Modern Drummer.

Ethan uses Vic Firth American Classic Drumsticks - $15/pair

Ethan uses Vision Ears VE5 In-Ear Monitors which cost at least $549

[bananapudding752]

I just jabbed my eyelashes into my eyeball with a Vic Firth drumstick. Vic Firth, if you’re out there, pull up.

[jetcat-14]

When you have little Nieces who like to play with your drum set and they run off with your sticks so you have to pull the new Vic Firths out.

[waugh-bao]

I do think Charlie’s comments about looking at pics of himself may be a bit of a ‘get out of interview’ answer. I don’t doubt that he didn’t like watching himself since there are many actors who feel the same, but he took so much care with how look that he had to appreciate it. Or why do it? Plus there are other interviews where he elaborates on clothes. Rob Shanahan said Charlie once told him he made him look like a movie star. I’d like to think this is a ‘don’t want to talk about me’ answer.

This ask is more than a year old, so obviously we know a lot that we didn't before the Paul Sexton book about just how poor Charlie's self image was and how much he struggled with borderline disordered tendencies regarding his physical appearance (and also how long it sometimes takes to me to answer asks).

That said, the Rob Shanahan story is really lovely. He set up a day long shoot to capture and photograph a meeting between Charlie, Ringo Starr, and Jim Keltner. Charlie phoned him after the fact to chat and say thank you:

"First, he asked if it would be okay to use a few of the photos for the Rolling Stones (yes, of course). Then, he said, 'You make me look like a movie star.” It filled my heart and soul beyond words.'"

What I love more than anything, though, is the end of his tribute to Charlie, set in 2003:

"Right after they wrapped up, Scott Donnell from DW and Charlie’s tech, Don, helped me quickly set up my lighting, and I got Charlie back to the kit. I asked him to grab a pair of his Vic Firth Charlie Watts signature sticks, and told him, 'Charlie, you are a movie star.' He beamed, and I made another one of my favorite photographs of all time."