siddiekitty: “ jarredpaddalecki: “ what-the-fiish: “ thatladykatieofcamelot: “ anothersaxophonist: “ rest rest REST REST REST REST REST REST ” WHY IS THERE A CRESCENDO UNDER A REST?!? ” I LITERALLY CANNOT STOP LAUGHING AT THIS OH MY GOD ” forcefully...

siddiekitty:

jarredpaddalecki:

what-the-fiish:

thatladykatieofcamelot:

anothersaxophonist:

rest rest REST REST REST REST REST REST

WHY IS THERE A CRESCENDO UNDER A REST?!?

I LITERALLY CANNOT STOP LAUGHING AT THIS OH MY GOD

forcefully rest

then FIERCELY REST

By the end of the 39 bars of straight rest, you are tired, and bored. You begin burning holes in your band director with your eyes, cursing him for choosing a song in which you have such a crappy part. Only half of the rests have gone by. Your frustration, combined with that of the rest of your section, begins to reach out. The audience begins to notice something amiss. A fourth of the rests remain. Your silent anger itself becomes more of an artistic expression than the song was in the first place. The band is no longer relevant; your rage has overshadowed it. Only five bars of rest remain. Riots break out in the audience. The conductor is waving his arms frantically but the band cannot play louder than your silence. The song ends. The silence doubles. The next song does not begin. The rests are eternal.

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