#aerophone

[dozydawn]

La Locura Tango Festival, 2019.

[goodguygadgets]

HONOR Philippines showcases the latest HONOR X7c; opens new store at SM J Mall in Cebu

The wait is over! The HONOR X7c arrived in Cebu during the First-Day Sale event at the HONOR Experience Store in SM J Mall on November 9, 2024! 🎉 HONOR fans joined the celebration as HONOR Philippines showcased the new All-Angle Water Resistant smartphone to the Cebuanos. #HONORX7c #AllAngleWaterResistant #HONORPH #GoodGuyGadgets #LetsTalkTech

The highly anticipated HONOR X7c has arrived in Cebu, officially debuting at the newly opened HONOR Experience Store at SM J Mall. This launch signifies HONOR Philippines’ commitment to bringing cutting-edge technology closer to Cebuanos, delivering an affordable, reliable smartphone designed to withstand the demands of daily life. Equipped with All-Angle Water-Resistant, and Drop-Resistant…

[antoncorazza]

"Scrimblo Type Beat"

Been a while y'all. This ain't nothing huge (the big stuff is coming soon). Some people told me this sounds like Klonoa. Some say it sounds like a classic JRPG village (in other words, where my brain lives). Played on Aerophone like usual. All of the lead sounds are in UVI Synth Anthology 2. Most of this song was composed in 2 hours, but I spent more than twice that amount of time after that EQing that first lead and I still don't love it but I'm calling it a day lol.

[themusicpilgrim]

Latin Percussion Udu Drum Mbwata (Model LP1400-MB)

@lpmusicofficial

https://lpmusic.com

#latinpercussion #ududrum #ududrums #udu #mbwata #latinpercussionududrummbwata #claydrum #claydrums #ceramicdrum #aerophone #idiophone #drumoftheigbopeopleofnigeria #percussion #madeinthailand #designedbyfrankgiorgini

[no-nic]

it's

🎼💗 forbidden 💗🎶

(on my dentist's orders)

[jstor]

So some of you knew that there were these musical instruments (aerophone-lip-vibrated horns, technically) called "serpents"? And what, you were just going to wait until we ran into them while whiling away time on the Metropolitan Museum of Art collection on JSTOR (which includes nearly half a million open access images for everyone, btw)?

We don't even care what they sound like, we love them.

[dustedmagazine]

Rempis / Adasiewicz / Abrams / Damon — Propulsion (Aerophonic)

The title of this recording is apt. Saxophonist Dave Rempis, vibraphonist Jason Adasiewicz, bassist Joshua Abrams, and drummer Tyler Damon sustain direction and momentum throughout its three lengthy tracks, which are excerpted from a concert that transpired on August 31, 2023 at Elastic Arts in Chicago. But it could just as easily be called Cusp, since it captures the precise moment when the quartet’s leader transitioned from one career phase characterized by intense community engagement to another that will focus upon articulating a mode of improvisational music-making that’s taken decades to develop.

Besides his dogged work as a musician and label proprietor, Rempis is an indefatigable organizer. He’s had a strong hand in the production end of the Hyde Park Jazz Festival and Pitchfork before that, and for 21 years he ran a weekly concert series presenting improvised music for the Elastic Arts Foundation. The latter affiliation came to an end the night that this music was played, when Rempis booked himself to play the final concert of his tenure with Elastic Arts. It fell on the same weekend as the Chicago Jazz Festival, which has often been an occasion when he would choose to play with one of his more enduring ensembles in some smaller venue after the main festival closes for the night. But this time he picked a new combo, albeit one with deep roots. Rempis, Adasiewicz, and Abrams are part of a cohort that came onto Chicago’s jazz scene in the 1990s, and they’ve been appearing on records together in varying combinations for nearly two decades. Damon and Rempis have been frequent collaborators since 2017, when their trio Kuzu (with Tashi Dorji) was first born on Elastic’s stage.

This web of associations is key to the character of the music on Propulsion. Everyone here understands what Rempis is after, and knows how to make it happen. The essence of his aesthetic is a convergence of the micro and macro. He’s committed to total improvisation. The music is made in the moment that is played, and the selection of personnel is his chief compositional decision. But that’s still very much a compositional act, since Rempis wants his improvisations to develop cohesive forms shaped by the imagination of every contributor. Even an unaccompanied passage, such as the incandescent, circular breathing-fueled four-minute line drawn by Rempis’ alto that opens “Egression,” is simply part of a larger, collectively conceived work. While his keening instrumental voice pushes forward, a calmer vibraphone melody wreathes it, and a seething maelstrom of bowed bass and Sisyphean drumming first fuels the progress and then resolves it as the music gently lands night quite fourteen minutes later.

Music like this doesn’t work unless all parties involved are tuned into each other from moment to moment. But it also requires musicians with sufficient recall where the music has recently been to make contributions that make sense as part of a larger developmental arc. While nothing quite matches the experience of being present when such music is being willed into existence, Propulsion comes close enough to deliver the feeling as well of the sound of committed co-creation.

Bill Meyer

[femmeterypolka]

i want a shruti boxxxxxx

[myenterpriseisparked]

ENT TnT prompt!!! (no pressure)

T'Pol takes Trip to the jazz club by the Vulcan compound on Earth

DELIGHTFUL IDEA THANK YOU uh, Anon 😉

AO3 Link here

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Trip hadn't been so sure about the whole "dressing up like it's the 1920's" thing when T'Pol first told him about the jazz club she had liked before she had been assigned to Enterprise and he had suggested it as a date night idea. She said it was something many people did when attending and, though it was not required, she felt it would "enhance the evening and the enjoyment of the musical style." It sounded incredibly illogical to him, but he was willing to don a fedora and early 20th century suit if it would cause her to loosen up a bit.

Now, standing in the hotel lobby, watching her come down the stairs in an elegant, knee-length black and silver dress with her short hair styled in finger waves that suited her so very well, Trip was sure this had been the right idea. Absolutely sure. In fact, he had never been so sure of anything else ever in his whole entire life.

"Are you ready?" She tucked her clutch between her side and one of her silk-glove-covered elbows, which caught the lights above them in a lovely way.

"Uh-huh." Trip said, smartly. He swallowed, mentally smacked himself, and held out an elbow, offering her a smile. "You look stunning."

T'Pol slipped her hand into his elbow, looking away. "Thank you," she said quietly. Was that a green tint in her cheeks? "Your attire suits you as well."

"Well, thank you kindly," he drawled, grinning even more widely.

They walked, arm-in-arm, in comfortable silence, breathing in the cool night air and relishing the closeness. This was the first time they had really been on a proper date in... well, Trip supposed this probably was their first proper date ever, which seemed a bit ridiculous since they were fully married now with a baby girl at home. Nevertheless, before Elizabeth had come into their lives they had never had a proper chance to actually go on a date aside from movie nights in the mess hall and since Elizabeth had arrived, they had been busy buying a house in Florida, figuring out how to care for a baby, and getting married in both of their cultures.

Aside from being their first date, this was the first chance they had had to really breathe in almost 6 months. Hoshi was watching Elizabeth for the next 24 hours, so they would have plenty of time to enjoy a break without getting too anxious about being away from their precious baby girl.

Trip could hear music in the distance now, something swingy and swoopy that he could just barely make out. He glanced down at T’Pol, who could likely already hear it with those superior, pointed ears of hers. Judging by the fleeting, excited glint in her eye, he would wager his earlier supposition was correct.

They rounded a corner and the lights from the club spilled out the front windows and door to bathe T’Pol in a glowy, warm light that made her cheekbones impossibly more defined and her hazel eyes lean more towards green than usual. Trip bit back a grin and opened the front door for her with a slight, dramatic bow. She shot him a look as she stepped through the door, but he could see the mischief playing across her features anyhow. 

Trip stepped in after her and immediately felt about 50lbs lighter. Every inch of this place was utterly and purely alive.

There was a stage towards the front, where a saxophone player was on her knees at the edge, playing a snazzy, upbeat tune supported by the other instrumentalists behind her. A group of people gathered right at the stage edge to hoot and holler their appreciation for the saxophone’s tune. Further away from the source of the music were people dancing, some true to the 1920′s form, others swaying with more modern moves, but no one, not even the handful of elderly couples, was still for even a half moment. At the edge of the room, tables were scattered and filled with people laughing and clapping and clinking glasses in celebration of life and love and music itself. Above the dance floor, decorative red silks and lights cast everything in a soft, rosy glow that felt more electrifying than warming. 

Trip looked around in awe. This place was wonderful, of course, but it was never a place he would have thought T’Pol would come to voluntarily. She might enjoy herself if brought here with the rest of their crew, perhaps, but to have chosen to come here on her own on more than one occasion? And to bring him here?

He glanced down at her, lit in that glow from all around them, the sparking of the crystal glasses and sequined dresses catching in her eyes like the stars they sailed when they had first met, and realized that he might just be truly seeing T’Pol for the first time.

He liked it.

With a bit of a flourish, he held out his hand, which she took without question, and lead her to the dance floor. He didn’t know any of the dances and neither did T’Pol, but they moved their feet and watched the other couples dancing around them until they were at least in-rhythm and feeling a touch breathless as the heady, floating feeling of engaging with music took them over and carried them off into the night.

As they swung and moved, her cool hands kept a steady grip on his (he wasn’t sure at what point she had abandoned her gloves and clutch), moving their bodies closer together and back apart as she picked up the dances faster than he did. A green flush rose in her cheeks and in the tips of her ears in a way that made her somehow wholly alien and completely familiar to him all at once. There was a freedom to her movements that was a bit odd to see coming from T’Pol - or, at least, it should have been, but to Trip it seemed to be the most natural thing in the world, the way she spun and dipped to the music.

The song finally came to an end, leaving them standing there, breathless, hand-in-hand, and inches apart as everyone around them clapped. Realistically, Trip knew they were clapping for the music, but he couldn’t help but feel as though the applause was for them.

The next song started, something slow and sweet, like the molasses his grandma used to put on pancakes in lieu of syrup. Now this was something Trip knew how to dance to.

He placed his hands on T’Pol’s hips, drawing her impossibly closer. Through their bond, she knew to put her arms around his neck as he led her in a gentle sway. Having caught her breath, she laid her head on his chest and sighed. He dipped his head to press his cheek to her forehead and closed his eyes. After a few moments, T’Pol looked up at him, close enough to breathe the same air, eyes like glowing embers in the dim.

For a moment, their noses seemed to dance in time with their feet, occasionally brushing as their gazes migrated between each other’s eyes and lips. In a breathless fraction of a moment, their lips met once, twice, and lingered on a third kiss, spilling over into a number of others that broke them from the rhythm of the music until, some time later, the music ended.

The crowd was applauding again as Trip rested his forehead against her own.

“I see why you like this place.” He said softly, with a slight smile.

She pulled back just enough to look up at him. “I’m pleased that you are enjoying yourself.”

“I’m enjoyin’ you enjoying yourself.” He reached up to brush a wavy strand of hair from her forehead back into her otherwise immaculate hairstyle. “I’m glad you showed me this, this thing that you love.”

She tilted her head as mid-tempo song began. “Do you wish to continue dancing?”

He grinned. “As long as you’re leading? Darlin’, I could dance all night.”

[evil-bonched]

Sometimes I sit on the phone with my dad and we just google things. Peace and love on planet earth

[amarilla16]

[goodguygadgets]

Aerophone celebrates 28th Anniversary with Exclusive Offers and Warehouse Sale in Cebu

🎉 Get ready for Aerophone's 28th Anniversary Warehouse Sale 2.0 in Cebu City! Enjoy up to 50% exclusive discounts and exciting giveaways! Don’t miss it! 🎈 #Aerophone #Great28thanniversary #UpgradeWithAerophone #GoodGuyGadgets #LetsTalkTech

Aerophone is thrilled to announce its 28th Anniversary with an exclusive Warehouse Sale 2.0, taking place on October 11-12, 2024. This two-day event promises unbelievable discounts, exciting giveaways, and fun experiences for tech enthusiasts in Cebu. Celebrate with Aerophone on its 28th Anniversary Warehouse Sale The Warehouse Sale offers exclusive discounts of up to 50% on popular gadgets and…

[trendfag]

a little post class survey after my music exam and one of the questions was like “these instruments make sound by vibrating a column of air” and i was like…is that not just literally what sound is??

[themusicpilgrim]

Latin Percussion Udu Drum - Tambuta (Model LP1400-TM)

@lpmusicofficial

https://lpmusic.com

#latinpercussion #latinpercussionududrumtambuta #lpududrum #ududrum #ududrums #tambuta #claydrum #claydrums #drumoftheigbopeopleofnigeria #africanpercussion #percussion #idiophone #aerophone #designedbyfrankgiorgini

[no-nic]

when will they* text me about our date** ???

* the music shop

** trying out this baby

[juan-dreamsk8]