#piano sing along songs

[gfanlocalcryptid]

Still listening to Malevolent, and something I find really funny is how John and Arthur really get along together, they don't fight, not often a least, they seem to kind of enjoy each other's company.

So, or Arthur's head is more messed up than I originally thought, or they just like each other a lot, because if I had a Voice In My Head telling me what to do and I didn't know anything about it, couldn't see, lost control my left fucking hand, I would be less, less nice with that voice.

[swordheld]

hi! your blog is one of my favourites and i absolutely adore reading your thoughts. my grandfather recently passed away and it feels like i lost myself with him. how do i continue living after this? there is this constant weight on my chest and it feels like an emptiness has made a home inside of me. how do i go on when it feels like the world crashed on my shoulders?

hello, love! this is so very sweet and kind of you, and i hope you're treating yourself gently and kindly right now - there aren't words for a loss like this. that heaviness is difficult, and hard, and painful. it's okay if things don't feel okay, right now, or even soon - i think that's something that a lot of the people i know that have gone through similar grief feel: like they should be able to get back to a relative 'normal' in a [insert far too short period of time].

but it's okay if it hurts. that's where i'd like to start. you're allowed to feel that emptiness, that world-crashed feeling that goes beyond words, beyond time. don't feel like you have to rush this to feel some sort of better. things get easier with time, i promise you this, but sometimes painful feelings are important to feel, too. cry, scream, feel your emotions. they're a part of you. grieve.

it's perhaps a little silly, but when i think about death i always think about a couple of space songs: mainly drops of jupiter by train and saturn by sleeping at last. there are perhaps others that speak to the emotions better, but these two have always hit something a little deeper for me, and are popular for a wide-reaching reason.

and while personally i don't know much about grief like this, i do know a lot about love; and i think they're a lot of the same thing.

the people we love are a part of us, and this is why it takes from us so deeply when we lose them, because it does feel like we've lost a part of ourselves in the wake of it. but it's because they were so central to our experiences of living - our lives, that the separation introduces a hollowness - a place where they used to be. a home that now goes unlived in.

an emptiness, like you said.

but just because they're not here physically, doesn't mean he's not still there, in your heart, in your life, your memory. you can hold him close in smaller ways, as well: steal a sweater, or cologne/scent for something a little more physical and long lasting for remembering. hold onto the memories you cherish, the things that made you laugh, the ease of slow mornings and gentle nights. write them all down, slide a few photographs in there, go through it and add more when you miss him. keep them all close, keep them in your heart.

you're not alone, in this. he's still there, with you, it's just - in the little things.

he's with you in the way you see and go about your daily life, in doing what he liked to do, in the ways he interacted with the world that you shared with him. the memories you recall fondly when the night is late or the moment is right and something calls it into you like a melody, an old bell, laughter you'd recognize anywhere.

but i think, perhaps most importantly above all others - talk about him. with your family, your friends, his friends, strangers; stories are how we keep the people we love alive. the connections they've made, the legacies and experiences they've left behind, and so, so many stories.

how lucky, we are - to love so much it takes a piece of us when they go. grief is the other side of the coin, but it does not mean our love goes away. it lives in you. it lives in everyone who knew him, in the smallest pieces of our lives.

the people we love never really leave us, like this: they're in how we cook and the way we fold our newspapers, our laundry, in the radio stations we tune in to and the way we decorate our walls, our photo albums. they're in the way we store our mail, organize our closets, the scribbled notes in the indexes of our books. the meals we love and the drinks we mix, the way we spend time with one another. they've been passed down for generations, for longer than history - and we are all the luckier for it.

think about what you shared with him, and do it intentionally. bring him into your life, like this, again. whether it's crosswords or poetry or sports or anything else. if one doesn't help, try another. something might click.

i hope things feel a little easier for you, as they tend to do only with time. i hope you find joy in your grief, even if it is small and hard to grasp at first. know that your hurt stems from so much love that there isn't a place to put it properly, and that it is something so meaningful and hurting poets and storytellers have been struggling to put it into words and sounds that feel like the fit right for eons, and that it is also just simply yours. sometimes things don't have to make sense. sometimes they just are - unable to be put into words or neat little sentiments, as unfair and tragic as they come.

but i promise it will not feel like this forever. your love is real. and perhaps, on where to begin on from here - i think it's less on finding where to begin and just beginning. and you've already started. you've taken the most important and crucial step: the first one. wherever you go, after that, from here? you'll figure it out. you always have, and you always do. it'll come, as things always do. love leads us, as does light - and you're never alone in your hurt. in your grief, your missing something dear to you. i think if you talk about it with others, you'll find they have ways of helping you cope as well - and they have so much love of their own to spare, too.

as an aside, here is the song (northern star by dom fera) i was listening to when i wrote this, for no other reason more than it makes me think of connections, and love, and how we hold onto the people we love and how they change us, wonderfully and intrinsically. it's a little more joyous than the others i've mentioned, and plays like a story, and it made me think of what is at the core of this, love and stories and i am here with you, and maybe it'll bring you some joy, if you'd like it. wishing you all my love and ease 💛

[fletchlings-bow]

day 26

i had rehearsal and a performance today so i'm counting that as a form of practice!

it went pretty well, except for the part where we played a song with four flats. that means a D flat. it sucked.

there is something pretty cool, though, to be able to be like "hey do you want me to take the treble line on this? we have a pretty strong bass but the upper register seems thin" and then just. do it. it's gotta be said, performing music after only one hour rehearsal with an eclectic group of other musicians really has done wonders for my ability to sight-read treble clef (as long as it doesn't go into thumb position, because i can't do that in tune with no notice)

[everytaylorswiftsongisaboutcats]

Surprise Song o’ Clock: Vancouver Night 2

Dress: Purple ✨

Guitar:

GRACIE ABRAMS collab

I Love You I’m Sorry x Last Kiss

“You were the best but you were the worst, as sick as it sounds, I loved you first, I was a dick, it is what it is. A habit to kick, the age-old curse, I tend to laugh whenever I'm sad. I stare at the crash, it actually works. Making amends, this shit never ends. I'm wrong again, wrong again… — So I'll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep, And I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe. And I'll keep up with our old friends just to ask them how you are. Hope it's nice where you are, and I hope the sun shines and it's a beautiful day, and something reminds you you wish you had stayed. You can plan for a change in the weather and time… but I never planned on you changing your mind… The way life goes, joyriding down our road, Lay on the horn to prove that it haunts me, I love you, I'm sorry. — So I'll go, sit on the floor wearing your clothes. All that I know is I don't know, how to be something you miss… The way life goes, I wanna speak in code. Hope that I don't, won't make it about me… I’m wrong again, wrong again… And I'll keep up with our old friends just to ask them how you are… Hope it's nice where you are (hope that I don’t won’t make it about me) I love you, I’m sorry”

Piano:

The Tortured Poets Department x Maroon

“Sometimes, I wonder if you're gonna screw this up with me? But you told Lucy you'd kill yourself if I ever leave, and I had said that to Jack about you, so I felt seen… Everyone we know understands why it's meant to be, 'Cause we're crazy. So tell me, who else is gonna know me? At dinner, you take my ring off my middle finger, and put it on the one people put wedding rings on, and that's the closest I've come to my heart exploding… who’s gonna hold you? Nobody. No fucking body. And I wake with your memory over me. That's a real fucking legacy, legacy (it was maroon) And I wake with your memory over me, that’s a real fucking legacy to leave.”

[repressedgaymer]

the only Right way to play The Long and Winding Road is somberly and sadly and gayly like Paul INTENDED

[yakool-foolio]

Hello Mr. Music Man, 25 for the music ask game?

Heyo to you, too!

A song I want to hear in a grocery store, eh? Well, it just so happens that I currently work part-time at a farmer's market store, so I understand the common plight of retail workers tired of listening to the same ol' overused songs from 9-5 on the weekdays. While I only work weekends, the feeling is often mutual. So, I think the best logical choice in music is to pick a song I know I'll never get tired of! And that honor goes to The Less I Know The Better by Tame Impala!

[graincracket]

oops my hand slipped again

[cherry-pop-soda]

okay but i think a rush of blood to the head by coldplay is absolutely one of the most insane love songs ive ever heard. “oh i’m gonna buy this place and start a fire/ stand here until i fill all your heart’s desires/ because i’m gonna buy this place and see it burn/ and do back the things it did to you in return” ?????? HELLO ??????? DOES ANYONE UNDERSTAND ME

[princesssarcastia]

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[ceramicbeetle]

like one million years ago an anon rec'd me rio romeo's song 'butch 4 butch' and they were SO real for that

[secondhand-sonder]

they should invent piano tutorials that actually sound similar to the song that it's a cover of

[the-evermore-willow]

It's me. Hiiii! (Jessi again) Have a magical sunday ❤️🌹 It's been a rough week for most of us, that's why I want you to know, that you are loved and appreciated. Think of  something you're proud of yourself for, that happened this week. (feel free to share if you want) It doesn't have to be a big achievment or something special.  Be gentle with yourself and remember that small things sometimes mean the most. Even getting out of bed, when you feel too tired or taking care of yourself when you thought you didn't have the energy. And even if you can not think of anything right now, I'm proud of you for trying 🫶🏽

Thank you, and everything you said right back at you! ❤️

[whentheandyou]

whenever i have weird gender issues i like to also bring along me.dea dq.8 like. im transmasc? ok medea is transfem. transandrogynous? nvm medea transneutral teehee. transandromasc? OKAY THEY ARE TRANSNEUFEM!!! like idk. it makes me feel less alone knowing i can just. have a character going through a similar experience (albeit the other end because i like variety). and medea is so sweet and i wuv them so much and i just love gay dq headcanons. so. medea transneufem they/she bi and incredibly in love with jessica. my pride and joy <3

[tj-crochets]

Thanks everybody! What I have learned so far is the difference between sight reading and just like...playing music, and also that I should have specified: The people I knew who played instruments in high school were all in the marching band

Hey y'all! Weird question time, this time music related, specifically for people who play any instruments*: When playing a song**, do you normally memorize the song and then choose what to play from a variety of songs you've memorized how to play, or do you play by sight-reading sheet music? edited to add: my mom always called it sight reading, but apparently sight reading is just reading sheet music for the first time as you play it? I mean, I do that too, but I thought it meant playing any music as you read it, even if you've read it before, as long as you haven't like specifically memorized it *probably besides instruments where you play a chord at a time like guitar or ukulele but I might be limited by my own skill level on those so idk

**not a song you wrote yourself or are improvising, a preexisting piece of music written by someone else

[rosicheeks]

Welcome to the Black Parade by My Chemical Romance

[emo--chanel]

thank you for participating in this very important professional scientific study!