Flute and piano duet sheet music

I'm in my 40s and have always wanted to learn to play an instrument, just for my own enjoyment. Mainly interested in guitar and piano. I know NOTHING. Am I too old to start learning, including how to read music? Is one type of instrument more...realistic than another, at this point in my life? Thanks for honest feedback.

I am The Bard, who taught men their first magics, which to this day endure when all others have. It is written into the blood and bones of all you have built, and so I shall never die.
I did not teach you how to dream. I only taught how to tell a dream to another who you would never know.
The phone rang. Karna didn’t bother to pick it up. The message machine clicked for a moment, tape starting to turn backwards as new words were written onto it. It clicked again, stopping dead. Karna didn’t look up from his meal of leftover takeout. He finished his noodles, checked again to see if there was any shrimp left, and sighed as he threw the box at the bin. It bounced off the others already filling it up.
He sighed, rubbing his head and eyes. Healing magic could cure a hangover. It couldn’t do anything about dehydration. He needed to get up and get a drink. He went over to his cabinet and looked around for a glass. When he didn’t find a clean one, he grabbed a coffee mug instead. It was the last one. He was also out of coffee. Irritating. No matter how much of it he drank, he was still tired. It just meant he couldn’t sleep.
Sex helped, a bit, but when it didn’t, things were worse. Lying alone in his own bed, at least he could toss and turn and work his sheets into tangles trying to find some position that would let him finally fall asleep. He could slip out of bed for a nightcap, a strong one, to try and help. With another, there was nothing to do but lie there, still and silent, trying not to wake the man or woman next to him.
Trying not to think.
Impossible to sleep, then suddenly too much sleep. Blink and it was three-thirty in the afternoon. He stood at the sink, filling up the mug and draining it repeatedly. The call was probably from work. Worse, it might be his mother.
”Karna, what the fuck are you doing with your life you useless bastard. You’re not immortal, it’s all slipping away, one day, one minute at a time, and here you are doing nothing with it.” He said to himself. “Because you’re too tired to anything and still can’t sleep.” Of course, he knew why. His mind, treacherous as a serpent, betrayed him then, in the dark, in the solitude. Every wound he had suffered, every scar erased by healing magic, those were nothing. He was a paladin, the training had gotten him used to the sight of his own blood a long time ago.
”Practice for healing magic. Isn’t that what the old sister called it?” He wondered aloud. “Tch. She was kind of a bitch. Still is. I wonder if she’s calling me to yell at me too? Of course, I suppose I deserve it. I-“Then he stopped himself, and slammed the mug down, forcefully. It hit one of the plates in the sink, and it cracked. Karna swore and picked up the mess, picking the shards of metal out of his sink and throwing them in the boxes in the bin.
He sat back down in the one seat he used at his four-person table. It was covered in books, loose change, an unopened letter from some survey, a candle, a mug, miscellaneous bits of stationary, a comically large six sided die with red and black patterns, and off directly to his left a stick of deodorant and bottle of cologne. Those last two were the only things he’d used on this table in a while.
He sat back in his chair and sighed. “Yeah, you know exactly what you’re doing with your life. Nothing of any use to anyone. Well. Useless is better than detrimental, so hey, at least there’s that improvement.”
He hit the button to play back the latest message from his telephone, and picked it up, placing the receiver to his ear. At least he could listen to his messages. That would be something for the day.
”Hey, Karna. It’s Bas.” Karna’s head slumped forwards. He hadn’t expected him to be calling to call him an idiot. “I’ve tried coming by your place a couple of times to visit, seem to have missed you both times.” Or he was asleep, or drunk, or otherwise being a bad cousin. “So, I figured I’d give you a call and leave you a message. Just checking in to see how you’re doing. I know… things have been rough, for all of us, and I know you were taking things hard.” I know you’re weak. “I hope you’re doing well, and hope you understand, if you’re not, then, well, you’ve got my number, and you know where I live. Even though my apartment’s not exactly stellar.” I know you could reach out. But you won’t. You’ve been given everything, inherited power, your house, your money, and you still do nothing with it. I have nothing our society considers important, but I am still a better man than you. “Hope to talk to you soon. Adonai watch over you.”
That last bit was a bit odd. Adonai. The old invisible god, or God, as those that believed in such a thing insisted. Karna wasn’t entirely certain that this wasn’t just a clever way of disguising atheism, given that philosophy’s associations. Why in the world would Basil mention it now? As far as he knew… well he really actually didn’t know anything about Basil’s beliefs. He presumed, given his training, he was a follower of the western philosophies, which were philosophies more so than religions. They were fairly popular these days, a sort of secular spirituality, a substitute for the holes growing in Ordani religious life.
When you’ve fought and killed a god in living memory, it becomes harder to worship them. Beyond that, the old rites simply that, old rites. A series of rituals nobody really believed in anymore. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen a cleric. He paused. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen a cleric he hadn’t been fighting to the death with. The gods really didn’t seem to have much of a place in a modern society. It was probably arrogant, but part of the point of the gods was meant to be that they were something so much bigger than oneself, that there was nothing that could compare. They were monumental figures, but when the monuments can be torn down by mere men, was it a monument worth believing in?
It was that way then. Some people turned to the western philosophies, realizing that their religious needs, the desire for mystery, for reverence, for prayer, meditation, moral laws and sacred communities were met there, without gods. Some, Basil included, turned their gaze towards an invisible, supposedly omnipotent, God. Well, the gods were supposed to be omnipotent, but if nobody could even prove your God existed, well, then there wasn’t any fear that anyone could kill Him. And then, there was the other kind. The kind which were kind of a bad joke.
He remembered his days in the warm sun, under the abbot’s orchard in Hearthfire Abbey, amid the warm red walls, the golden light of the day filtering through the green leaves, the bright red apples highlighted against a blue sky. Quite literally simpler times. He remembered the grave beneath the tree. Senket Zarathustra. Of course, that wasn’t really where she was. She was a few miles up the road, in a chapel nobody paid any mind to, next to six other graves, two empty. How much a contrast that was, compared with what was in the abbey. Her image, glaring down from tapestry, immortalized in statuary, and everywhere revered. Saint, they called her, but what was the difference between a saint and a god, when you treated one like the other.
They had made gods for themselves, gods born of and midwives to, their own people. A god that was distant enough to be worshipped, but near enough to be known. Something understood, something relatable, and something that had bested other gods before. Gods borne of the people of godslayers, for what else could they be? Of course, every pantheon needed its devil, its fallen angel. And now here he stood, a useless bastard, but also the same kind of thing as their gods and their devil. What a bad joke.
But at the same time, a joke they had believed in. A joke he felt the obligation to make a truth. A joke he had failed to make true. Up on a pedestal, and down in the dirt. That was what paladin of Order Undivided meant now. A hero, until people had no more need of them. Good, he wasn’t even a hero in the first place.
He shook his head. It was going to be a few hours before any clubs opened. He was going back to bed until then. It didn’t do him any good to sit awake stewing.
Basil was getting worried. He’d tried paying visits and making calls, but there was no contact. He quietly sat through office hours, grading the first assignments of the year. He was starting to regret assigning an essay, particularly to his 101 class. Fortunately, it was early in the year, so he was able to work through his office hours without being further disturbed. He finished his last paper, capped the red pen, and stood up. It wasn’t that far out of his way to visit Karna again, and this time he wouldn’t be ignored.
He made his way through the city, until he came to the Red Street. It had another name, but people remembered not what was given, but what was done. Fifty years ago, the blood of black and red lions flowed, as Elsior faced down her old mentor during the height of the black rebellion. The street’s architecture was eclectic, a mix of the old buildings which had survived the battle, and newer designs built up out of the ruins left from a clash of titans.
There were alleys off the street where you could still see the gashes left in the ground by arcane blades. It was a street where history lay heavy in the mortar and the air. It was also a decently affordable neighborhood, as the old houses, while historical, were also old, small, and lacked modern amenities. He was still never going to afford any of them on a teacher’s salary, even with his stipend as a paladin. Of course, Karna would have had a bitch of a time paying for his house as well, but he had simply inherited it.
Basil shook his head, as if to throw the jealous thought out of his mind. “You’re a grey-eyed monster already. Let’s not add green to the mix.” He growled at himself, as he kept walking up to Karna’s door and knocked. No response. He sighed, looking through the door. Only two of his eyes saw the normal spectrum of light. The others varied from arcane, ultraviolet, infrared, and a curious ability to see electrical signals. The end result was an overlapping view of information, an in-depth view of the world that saw the surface and the depths of everything. It had been a bit of a rude surprise for his parents to find out their son saw their brains at the same time he saw their faces. The practical upshot of this at the moment was that he saw Karna was clearly not at home, and had left a trail of lingering celestial energy behind him.
Well, Karna or another aasimar, but they were fairly rare. Even with the increasing numbers of extraplanar citizens in the union, there weren’t many descended from angels. Basil wryly considered that it might be the former keeping out the later. Baatorites weren’t strictly speaking enemies with most angels, but the distaste between the two species was deep, ancient, and mutual. As such, there was only one trail to follow.
Basil sighed when he found the end of the trail. It was a club, and of a particular sort. He didn’t need his enhanced vision to tell that. Technically speaking, strip clubs and even prostitution were legal. Practically speaking, everyone in any of them used pseudonyms. He sighed and headed for the entrance. The bouncer at the door, a towering ogre, raised a hand. “If you’re carrying, head around to the side entrance. They’ll check your swords there. No weapons in the club.”
”Not planning on starting a fight. Just looking to meet someone.”
”Yeah, well check em anyway. We’ve had boyfriends throwing hands with one another because they were looking at the guy on stage a little too hard, we don’t want em doing it with swords. That’s the kind of domestic dispute that doesn’t just get the cops involved, it’s also a bitch to get out of the floors.”
”Well, I’ll keep that in mind.” Basil replied, and headed around the side. He stepped in, greeted by another bouncer, a dragonborn. He always found it amusing how it was always one of the larger races as a bouncer. Given their job, it made a certain degree of sense, but it occurred to him he’d never seen a gnome as a bouncer. Then again, he didn’t go to many clubs. He checked his sword in, and left a pseudonym.
The dragonborn looked down at the paper, and narrowed his eyes slightly. “What’s the T.D. stand for, Mr. Law?” He asked curiously.
Basil shrugged. “Hells if I know, it’s an alias, same as everyone else is using here. I mean, look at the guy above me on that list, when was the last time you ever met somebody actually named Flamingo?”
”The guy kinda looked like a flamingo. Aasimar type, maybe his wings are pink.” The bouncer replied.
”If he’s the person I’m thinking of, no. Let’s hope they don’t start changing.” Basil replied.
”Ah, ex-boyfriend?”
”Cousin, and why’d you assume ex?”
”The only people I’ve seen who’ve been drinking that much and going home with that many different blokes are the ones going through breakups, and you’re the only person I’ve seen go looking for him, so I know he’s not a whore.”
”Nah, just a dumbass. Thanks for the info. Here’s hoping you have a quiet night.”
”Yeah, try to keep it that way for me.”
”I’ll do my best. Believe it or not, I hate fighting.” Basil replied, and headed past the dragonborn into the club proper.
To give the club some credit, they had a pretty decent band going. A small number, playing as much with style as they did skill. That was to say, a decent if unspectacular amount. The rolling tones of the lead singer washed over an atmosphere of casual conversation and lewd humor. Basil cocked an ear at the sound. He would have sworn he’d heard the woman on the radio at least once. He watched her closely for a moment, along with the rest of the band, but didn’t recognize them. Then again, he didn’t go to many concerts.
As the double bass thrummed, the piano crooned, and the saxophone danced center stage, he made his way through smoke and other scents towards the bar. A teifling danced a lurid show in the center of the building, sweat glistening on blue skin from the lights. One of Basil’s eyes kept a lock on the man, tracing the electrical signals running under his skin to enact their sensual motions. It wasn’t exactly something he was looking to copy, but it was an interesting interplay to watch. Dancing wasn’t something often done alone, done for the show. It was interesting to compare the flow of signals of this to more traditional forms.
He kept most of his eyes forwards through. He had a job to do, and he preferred white to blue anyways. A brief thought entertained his mind of what Zeal might look like in such an outfit. He snapped it off immediately, jaw snapping shut in anger at himself. That was wrong, and a bad place to go. He couldn’t allow himself to think of her, think of anyone, that way, but especially her.
He focused himself. He had a job to do, and he was going to die alone. The only thing anyone would ever love of him would be an illusion. Any intimacy would have to be built on lies. Throw those thoughts out of his mind. They would only bring distraction, and disappointment.
He centered himself, and took a seat next to Karna, as the aasimar knocked back what was looking like probably the sixth shot tonight. How the hell was he even paying for all this? He rapped the bar twice with his knuckles. “First time here, got mezcal?” He asked.
”Mezcal coming up, though I can’t say it’s gonna be quite as good as home’s.” The barkeep replied.
”I am home, just grew up away from it.” Basil replied. For all his illusions, he always forgot to cover his chultan accent. Then again, recognizing his voice was part of the point for the man next to him.
”Basil?” Karna asked, turning slightly. “You’re straight, well, nearest to it, the fuck are you doing here?”
”Checking on you, and about to drink a theoretically decent mezcal.” Basil replied. “I’m worried about you.”
”Well fuck off, you don’t need to be.” Karna replied. “Another.” He requested. Another shot of strong absinthe filled his cup.
”Might want to slow down there hoss.” The barkeep warned. “The kind you’ve been having is a hundred thirty proof.”
”That so? Huh. Would have thought it was about a hundred twenty. Guess I’m getting better at drinking. Stands to reason, it’s all I’m good at or good for.” Karna replied, clearly about as drunk as someone on their seventh shot of one hundred thirty proof absinthe should be.
”Politely, bullshit.” Basil replied. “Though you are going to manage to be the first paladin to ever give yourself liver cirrhosis at the rate you’re going.”
”Paladin. What a bad joke.” Karna spat. “Paladins are heroes, we, we’re not fucking heroes. You got closer, and you’re, well, you. Me. I’m just a fool. So what if I ruin my liver. I’ve ruined everything else.”
Karna went for his glass, but Basil put his hand over it, stopping him. He looked his cousin in the eye, gentle, pitying, but firm. “Karna, we should go. Let’s find somewhere, a park or something, and talk.”
”We should, as in you should get your hand off my drink, and then pull that pole out of your ass. Dancer might need a spare.” Karna spat back. “I don’t need to talk, I need a damn drink.”
Basil didn’t move. “Cut the crap and calm down. You’re drunk already, and clearly not in a good place. If you’re going to be this way, at least we can do it at a safe distance from anyone else.”
”Oh fuck right off.” Karna replied. “What, am I embarrassing you? More so that I already have? I know I’m a fucking disgrace okay. I saw it with my own two eyes and can’t stop seeing it. The least you could let me do is drink myself to death in peace so I stop being a bother for all of you.”
The bartender was steadily shifting away, looking towards the bouncer who sighed and began to approach. He briefly made eye contact with Basil, who tried to give him an apologetic smile and flicked his eyes back towards Karna. The bouncer nodded. This wasn’t the first time he’d seen this.
Karna continued. “But no, you can’t do that. Can’t just let me be a failure in peace. You’re not content just being the better man than me, being better in every way but looks than me. You have to prove it, have to rub it in. I already you’re better, okay, don’t need to slam my nose in it with this stupid pity schtick.”
”When did I say anything about that? I’m the weakest member of our party!” Basil protested. “And what the hells does that have to do with any of that. You’re my cousin, my family, and beyond that my friend. You clearly need help, so of course I’m going to try and help you.”
”I don’t need help.” Karna snarled back, green eyes glinting red with a dangerous, gleaming light. “LEAST OF ALL FROM YOU!” He roared. The red light flared. Basil flinched, covering his eyes as the roar slammed into his mind and ears at the same time. He focused, piercing through the growing crimson fog.
The music kept playing, a hidden tape rolling, but the band pretending to sing had stopped. The club had gone silent, save for that. The patron’s idle gossip and chatter was muted. The bar was silent, patrons slumped over on their chairs, the bartender and bouncer were on the ground, foaming at the mouth. Karna and Basil were the only two people conscious in that building.
Karna stared in stunned silence, quiet horror at the scene. Some part of him processed exactly what he had just done, rationality quietly ticking away behind a fog of alcohol and badly managed emotional issues. It only intensified the later, a combination of terror and guilt forming into a blossoming rage. Then he saw Basil’s face, saw realization peeling back and something shifting in how he looked at him, saw a cold fury, a hatred, spreading across his face.
Basil looked himself, horrified at what had just occurred, and mind flashing to the street in front of Zeal’s home. This was the exact same scene. The same power as Alexander, but now being used instinctually. He had no idea what had actually happened to these people, if Karna had meant it or not. One thing he did know for certain. He had to stop this. If Karna was out of control there was no telling how many people could be hurt so he had to end this now.
Karna opened his mouth, but it was too late. Basil whirled, placing a palm on the bar to leverage himself from a sitting position into a whirling kick. His heel hit Karna squarely in the face, with every ounce of strength he could muster. A sucker punch, meant to be a knockout blow so he could take the aasimar down, end this spell, and get him out of here before anything else went wrong.
Karna snapped back out of his chair, it tumbled to the ground, and the back of his head hit the floor hard. His headache roared, but he rolled over coming back up to his feet, coming to a ready stance. He might have been depressed and drunk, but he was still a paladin, better trained than most and tougher than pretty much everybody. It was going to take more than that to knock him out.
Basil kicked him squarely in the nuts.
Karna doubled over in pain, and Basil kicked him in the face again. Basil had trained under paladins and monks alike. His skill with his own limbs was on par with his swordsmanship. His training under the paladins in the tradition of Jort made him an expert at sneak attacks, sucker punches, and practical, dirty fighting. In other words, he was effectively an expert at kicking people in the nuts. He went for a chop to the throat, trying to finish the fight right then and there.
Karna caught his hand, and broke it by squeezing his fingers. He looked up, bloody eyed and berserk. “Ah. Fuck.” Basil swore. Then Karna threw him. Basil went flying, arm broken, and hit the wall shelves, covered in a hundred forms of expensive booze. The impact shattered his collar bone, and he kept going until he hit the solid wall on the other side of the bar. He landed hard on his face, shirt torn to ribbons and bleeding freely.
His hand and shoulder reset themselves, and shirt tore entirely as he burst his extra limbs out of it, and slammed them down to pick himself up. He drew in a breath, and Karna threw a chair at him. Basil dodged upwards, onto the ceiling as the chair smashed a hole in the wall behind him. He rushed his cousin, gathering shards of broken glass with his spare limbs and a bottle into either hand. He flung the glass before him, forcing Karna to cover his face. Then he hit him on top of the head with both bottles, dropped them, and hit him on both sides of the throat with a chop.
Karna struggled to breathe, nearly blacking out from the impact, and but threw a wild, blind punch. Basil evaded most of hit, but even a glancing hit was enough to send him flying. He caught his momentum on a support pillar, swinging around it with his tendrils. His ankle hit the side of a table and shattered. He wheezed in pain, falling to a knee on top of the table to mend it.
Karna roared and charged like a bull, giving Basil scant time. He palmed a lighter from one of the unconscious men lying next to him, and jumped clear. Karna smashed the table into splinters beneath his fists, tearing skin and breaking bone, but healing them just as quickly as he damaged them. Basil flicked the lighter open, and threw it. The expensive alcohol covering Karna caught light, stunning and blinding him as Basil set him ablaze!
He hit the flaming angel with everything he had before the fire burned away. Fists, feet, elbows, knees, tendrils. A devastating combination of every move he knew to put a man on the ground flew out of him. He hadn’t really trained to get into a bar fight, but damn if it wasn’t coming in handy. He finished with a powerful drop kick in the aasimar’s solar plexus, sending him staggering back against the bar, breath torn from his lungs.
Basil breathed heavily, as his cousin slumped, then swore as Karna got his feet under him, and pulled his head up still more than ready to go. He swore louder as Karna gripped the sides of the bar, and tore the granite countertop off of it, swinging it at Basil like an improvised weapon.
Basil leapt, running along the side of the countertop as it smashed through everything it came across. Fortunately, it was swung high, missing the unconscious clubgoers, and shattered when it hit a load bearing column, though that cracked ominously. Basil landed on his cousin, spines biting into him and wrapping around bones to anchor the assassin. He’d seen a similar technique used by velociraptors when they hunted, using their massive claws to hook onto larger dinosaurs. Once attached, the smaller reptiles would begin to eat their prey alive. He wasn’t planning on biting Karna though, instead he raised up his boot and began to stomp his cousin’s face, over and over and over again, desperately trying to bring the berserk paladin down before he brought down the building!
Karna flared his wings and soared upwards, slamming both himself and Basil into the ceiling. Basil fell off, and Karna grabbed him by the face. He slammed them both down into the floor, smashing Basil’s head into the ground once, twice, three times, then threw him with enough force to scatter blood across the entire club and snap the assassin’s neck. He watched as Basil hit the pole the dancer had been, ahem, performing with, and his illusion vanished.
Horror overtook him as he saw Basil’s true form break in two, snaped apart by the force of the impact, and fall like so much meat onto the stage. He rushed forwards, hands shaking as he realized what he’d just done. He reached for Basil’s head, bloodied and broken. But his hands went through him. His emotional pain was then matched by physical pain, as he felt a steel stripper pole strike him directly between the legs.
Basil didn’t let up, as he dropped the illusion and his invisibility, and beat his cousin into the ground with the broken pole. He went for joints, broke ribs, hit below the belt with every opportunity and he did not stop. He didn’t know what it was going to take to put Karna down but he did know that if Karna got back up, he was actually going to die. It was nothing but the good fortune of his unusual anatomy that had kept him breathing with a broken neck, and his healing magic to allow him to ever get up again. He wasn’t going to get another chance, and so he beat down his cousin until the pole was bent beyond all recognition and the stage was slick with golden blood.
When he finally stopped, Karna was finally, mercifully, down. Basil knelt by his side, mending him enough to make sure he could be moved safely, though not enough to bring him back into consciousness. The patrons were beginning to stir to consciousness. With a grunt, he picked up his friend, hoisting him over his shoulder, and covered both of them with a spell of invisibility.
Slowly, shakily, he retrieved his and Karna’s weapons, erased both their names from the registry, and slipped away as people began to regain consciousness and the police arrived. Then, he began the slow, tired business of carrying Karna back to his house. He grumbled as he went. “You are far too skinny to be this heavy, and put up way too much of a fight for me to need the extra weight of lugging your ass out of here. You stupid overpowered twink.”
Karna woke up with a splitting headache, and a slightly less splitting everything-else-ache. Paladin healing factors worked wonders, but if you took a beating that was going to make you ache for a week, you were going to ache for a week. He remembered what happened, and started to wish he didn’t. “Oh fuck. I nearly killed Bas. And… yeah, the rest of the club. I’m not going to be allowed back there.”
He rolled off his couch and got a drink, of water this time. He looked at his liquor cabinet, walked over, opened it, and grabbed a bottle. He emptied it into the sink. Then he emptied the rest. He looked down at the drain, drew in a deep breath, and focused himself. “I need to apologize. I need to talk. I need help. And I need to get my life back on track.” He resolved. “I can’t let that happen again.”
He clenched his fists, and opened them again, hands still shaking. There was a knock at the door. His first thought was that it might be Basil checking on him. The next though was that it was the police. His third thought was that it was Basil, and the police. Well, either way. Apologies would be made, he might just also need to call a really, really good lawyer, and probably a bank to take out a loan to pay all that property damage.
He opened it, and saw another aasimar looking back at him.
”Hello Karna.” Alexander replied. “I heard you had something of a rough night, powers going out of control, a rather ugly bar fight, that sort of thing?”
”Yes. How long am I going to be in jail for?” Karna asked.
”Not at all, I’ve covered the damages and fortunately, nobody has any memory of last evening. Dominion Flare has that useful side effect.”
”Dominion Flare? What I did has a name?”
”Of course. It is your inheritance after all.” Alexander mused. “Though, you might be the first one to awaken it while drunk, though you’re not the first to cause some degree of damage with it. These things happen, it simply requires training.” He looked Karna squarely in the eye. “And beyond that, I strongly suspect you may be looking for some help getting yourself back on track.”

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• Quick editing of a stream of images.
• The tools are clear even for novice users.
• Automatic mixing.
• Large selection of built-in audio effects.
• Professional music creation.
• All the tools for creativity.
• Create special effects.

Get ready for a challenging Ableton Live experience when you first start. When the scheme of creating a piece of music becomes clear, then the creative process will be understandable.

What’s New in the program:

Added Control Surface support for the AKAI APC 25 mkII and APC Mini mkII.

Hi,
Does anyone have the sheet music to YOU'RE NEARER from Babes in Arms?
It's also in one ofthe Singer's Anthologies Books, The Rodgers and Hart Songbook, and
the Babes and Arms score. THANK YOU! I would be happy to share something with you!

I know this subreddit has a lot of similar posts and questions as a lot of people are figuring stuff out - apologies if this has already been answered.
How should I best post on here to find the tone/quality of my voice? I understand the likely passive aggressive comment to come saying this should have me singing attached. But if I sang something from musical theatre could anyone really infer my tone would more suit rock grittiness or vice versa. Should I simply try to do a scale or vocal exercise?
Also preempting the fury of this subreddit, I don’t mean pitch. I can check my range with a tuner or piano. I mean that some people seem to be more inclined to certain styles and genres because of the quality of their voice. For example Matt Bellamy is known for his falsetto, Cornell for his grit, etc.
Also - how much does that really matter? Could a world-class singer (within their range) sing any style?

So one of the NPC's near the Market area of the map told me the Music skill tree provides a permanent buff on the Intelligence and Stability character traits. I thought I would look into it so after leveling up, I put some ability points into the Piano branch. I am going good, I have a +3 buff on Stability and +1 buff on intelligence. Much better than just focusing on Creative class.

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I’m an engineer, I have been for 5 years. My qualifications are all related to engineering, I have extensive experience in my sector, I earn a good wage, but I hate my job. I don’t hate my company, I hate the work. I fell out of love with it years ago and resigned myself to the fact I would just work here for the money but now I’m nearing my 30’s I’m thinking is this really what I want to do for the rest of my life? I hate office culture, I hate talking to clients on the phone, I hate the deadlines and the stress and the lack of feeling in anything I do. There’s no fulfilment in my work for me, I just wish away the day until I can pick my daughter up from the nursery which takes my full wage at the end of the month.
My passions are music and mental health. I have found a couple of music roles which don’t require a specific qualification and I’m very interested in that. The issue is, I think they’ll take one look at my CV and say ‘no thank you’ when they just see years of engineer experience. It’s completely irrelevant to anything. I have some music experience, I’m classically trained in piano and have reached grade 8 with ABRSM, I also have experience working with people, but my job history is overwhelmingly engineer based.
Is it normal to write on your CV ‘looking for a career change’ or do I just have to send it as it is and try and emphasise the skills that might be transferable? How would you go about applying for entirely different jobs to your current discipline and actually getting a shot at being noticed?
Any advice would be really appreciated thank you.

Hi,
I wanted to ask if there is any (classical) song which could be played by 2 people, where one is very expirienced and the other is a complete beginner. In a sense, that one is playing the song, where the beginner only has to alternately playing 2 keys on the piano for example.
Background is: My mother is playing the piano all her life and has her birthday soon. I never was good or much interested in music but she always tried to get me into it. So for her birthday I want to surprise her by announcing that I will play a Piano Duet with one of her Piano friends. Its of course intended to make her laugh by exaggerating my part in it, where her Piano friend is actually doing the work, but he would be the other part of the surprise and might play some songs afterwards as well.
Would be happy to hear some thoughts or recommendations. :)

Hi, I've been on and off practicing for a while and have decided to make playing every day a priority. I also just switched from a cheaper keyboard to a digital piano with weighted keys. I don't have a teacher at this time. I want one, it's just not a thing I can do right now.
I'm trying to follow what I read online about hand position, but my thumbs are really short. To get them to reach I have to rotate at my wrist or play the other fingers much higher up on the keys, and they are so arched that I'm playing on my fingernails.
Also, I'm in the intermediate section in Skoove, and the song I'm working on, I can play it while looking at my hands but I know my timing is off. As soon as I look at the music my hands just don't work. Is this just a matter of self discipline and practice or is there something specific I can do to get my eyes on the music?
Lastly, is there a way to use an app and headphones? I have a Roland FP-30x, so it has two headphone jacks and Bluetooth, but the Bluetooth isn't very reliable.
Thanks!

Finnish lo-fi jazz collective returns with their latest album, Puna. https://oiropena.bandcamp.com/album/puna
Puna, recorded in bedrooms, studios and other salubrious locations around Helsinki during 2022, is a mix of lo-fi spiritual jazz, experimental, and avant-garde music forms. It includes four vocal tracks recorded with Merikukka Kiviharju, which feature both original lyrics and those sourced from traditional Finnish folk songs.
With a background in electronic music, Vauhkonen explains his transition into avant-garde / spiritual jazz: "It came from Krautrock first, I started listening to Can, and searched through all the psychedelic German rock bands. There was a lot of jazzier elements there, horns and saxophones, I think it came from there, and then I found Miles Davis and John Coltrane (and) started listening to the early Sun Ra material."
Puna features the interplay of vocalist Merikukka Kiviharju (Fat Chance, Jazzgangsters) on tracks 'Puna', Kaiju Kaiija', 'Kuinka Kukaan' and 'Calamity Caravan', matching with the intensity of Johannes Sarjasto’s saxophone, and Staffan Södergård’s piano. The album, like previous releases is built around Vauhkonen’s propulsive drumming and Philip Holm’s upright bass that provides the band with its forward momentum. Johannes Sarjasto’s flute, so much a part of previous Oiro Pena group recordings, also features on this release.
Puna was mastered by Noah Mintz at Lacquer Channel Mastering in Toronto. Artwork was created by Riina Tanskanen and layout completed by Steve Lewin.
Antti Vauhkonen: Drums Johannes Sarjasto: Saxophone, Flute Philip Holm: Double Bass Staffan ''Wolf'' Södergård : Piano Merikukka Kiviharju - Vocals

Halloha, my name's Gianluca. Nice to meet you!- is what I would say in a formal setting.
But hence you found me in my area of comfort, welcome to my humble abode. Would you like some tea? Maybe you fancy some Earl Grey.
Anyway anyway I'm starting to babble lol, if you're wondering what I'm here for, it's for talking to you, interesting person out there wherever may you be. Meeting new people and all it brings is something I love. Making friends this way is amazing so therefore I presented myself!
If details are something you're into hearing, i can give you lots:
-I have to refuel every day almost cuz I go through an entire tank in 2 days or less. Love driving around. (Had to get new shoes and take up running to reduce expenses)
-I'm a car mechanic, also a construction worker, carpenter and if patience blesses me on that day; a painter.
-What am I saving up for? Well it's big, pretty massive in fact. So massive i could write an entire letter about it... Huh... Would it be cheeky if I said you can ask about this in your message? Would be a good idea.
-Had to start running everywhere for transport which is fun, I also do cycling, practice jumps and tricks at the bike park and do motorcycle and karting races. (Other categories and car racing are a work in progress, will upgrade soon)
-Music taste: this is the part where you look at a bunch of hyperbabble about bands that don't make a lot of sense unless you heard them, but I'll just throw a buncha names and you can see if any of the following applies: Radiohead, Megadeth, Fishmans, Marillion, The Black Keys, Queens of The Stone Age, Buckethead, Alphaville, Dire Straits, Little River Band, David Bowie, XTC, UB40, Commodores, Creedence Clearwater Revival, The Cure.
-Ultramegahyper car and motorcycles fan, but in the weirdest way possible. My dream cars are actually cheap french hot hatches like the 306 and a 90's Renault Clio. The car I'd get first no matter what is a 1998 Ford Focus. If possible the RS version. And as for motorcycles I want a Kawasaki ZXR, 80's style. Also love German cars, especially old BMW's, first one I'd get is an e32 with the M70 V12 engine. Also love old Volkswagens and Audis, without a doubt would own an 80's Audi with one of their 5 cylinder engines and turbocharge it. Also very fond of japanese cars and will own a Nissan in any form possible, especially the 350z
-Played almost every Need For Speed game that ever released, started my journey with the franchise through Underground, and played every release as they launched. (yes even Undercover, I actually enjoyed it). I listen to the soundtracks of old NFS games in my free time. Also played Midnight Club, Forza, Assetto Corsa, FlatOut, Burnout, BeamNG... I COULD KEEP GOING.
-Not everything in my life is about cars though, my day is dedicated to music too, especially playing piano. I'm also a guitar and bass player. And really want to get more sound gear and instruments in the future (Cars and music gear? I'll be broke all the time)
-I'm relatively organized, but living by myself has shown me that being the only person inside the house, I leave stuff around unless somebody visits. But while living with my parents I didn't make any mess anywhere so I'm not an absolute demon.
-Yes, living by myself also requires me to cook and I'm actually an amazing cook. I include lots of seasoning and veggies into the meals, even soy to balance things out and eggs for protein. Learned lots while being independent.
-Fun facts about me to end this: The amount of clothes I have in total is so small that i can wash them all in one washing machine load, the house machine size. I also have 3 different pillows around me at all times cuz I don't like laying on a flat surface. I listen to music even while showering. And I own a dog that requires me to feed her on a daily basis even though I beg her to feed off the sun.
Anyways that's about it from me! Hope you enjoyed this lil introduction that is the size of the Twilight prologue, but way better.

Halloha, my name's Gianluca. Nice to meet you!- is what I would say in a formal setting.
But hence you found me in my area of comfort, welcome to my humble abode. Would you like some tea? Maybe you fancy some Earl Grey.
Anyway anyway I'm starting to babble lol, if you're wondering what I'm here for, it's for talking to you, interesting person out there wherever may you be. Meeting new people and all it brings is something I love. Making friends this way is amazing so therefore I presented myself!
If details are something you're into hearing, i can give you lots:
-I have to refuel every day almost cuz I go through an entire tank in 2 days or less. Love driving around. (Had to get new shoes and take up running to reduce expenses)
-I'm a car mechanic, also a construction worker, carpenter and if patience blesses me on that day; a painter.
-What am I saving up for? Well it's big, pretty massive in fact. So massive i could write an entire letter about it... Huh... Would it be cheeky if I said you can ask about this in your message? Would be a good idea.
-Had to start running everywhere for transport which is fun, I also do cycling, practice jumps and tricks at the bike park and do motorcycle and karting races. (Other categories and car racing are a work in progress, will upgrade soon)
-Music taste: this is the part where you look at a bunch of hyperbabble about bands that don't make a lot of sense unless you heard them, but I'll just throw a buncha names and you can see if any of the following applies: Radiohead, Megadeth, Fishmans, Marillion, The Black Keys, Queens of The Stone Age, Buckethead, Alphaville, Dire Straits, Little River Band, David Bowie, XTC, UB40, Commodores, Creedence Clearwater Revival, The Cure.
-Ultramegahyper car and motorcycles fan, but in the weirdest way possible. My dream cars are actually cheap french hot hatches like the 306 and a 90's Renault Clio. The car I'd get first no matter what is a 1998 Ford Focus. If possible the RS version. And as for motorcycles I want a Kawasaki ZXR, 80's style. Also love German cars, especially old BMW's, first one I'd get is an e32 with the M70 V12 engine. Also love old Volkswagens and Audis, without a doubt would own an 80's Audi with one of their 5 cylinder engines and turbocharge it. Also very fond of japanese cars and will own a Nissan in any form possible, especially the 350z
-Played almost every Need For Speed game that ever released, started my journey with the franchise through Underground, and played every release as they launched. (yes even Undercover, I actually enjoyed it). I listen to the soundtracks of old NFS games in my free time. Also played Midnight Club, Forza, Assetto Corsa, FlatOut, Burnout, BeamNG... I COULD KEEP GOING.
-Not everything in my life is about cars though, my day is dedicated to music too, especially playing piano. I'm also a guitar and bass player. And really want to get more sound gear and instruments in the future (Cars and music gear? I'll be broke all the time)
-I'm relatively organized, but living by myself has shown me that being the only person inside the house, I leave stuff around unless somebody visits. But while living with my parents I didn't make any mess anywhere so I'm not an absolute demon.
-Yes, living by myself also requires me to cook and I'm actually an amazing cook. I include lots of seasoning and veggies into the meals, even soy to balance things out and eggs for protein. Learned lots while being independent.
-Fun facts about me to end this: The amount of clothes I have in total is so small that i can wash them all in one washing machine load, the house machine size. I also have 3 different pillows around me at all times cuz I don't like laying on a flat surface. I listen to music even while showering. And I own a dog that requires me to feed her on a daily basis even though I beg her to feed off the sun.
Anyways that's about it from me! Hope you enjoyed this lil introduction that is the size of the Twilight prologue, but way better.

Here are some important steps to making AI generated music:
Step 1: Data Collection - Gather MIDI files, sheet music, and audio recordings from platforms like Pond5.
Step 2: Preprocessing - Convert audio to MIDI, extract pitch, duration, and dynamics using tools like Music21.
Step 3: Training - Deep learning algorithms like TensorFlow capture musical patterns with RNNs.
Step 4: Music Generation - AI composes mesmerizing melodies based on prompts. Platforms like Jukedeck and Amper Music offer AI-generated music services.
Step 5: Refinement - Collaborative improvements between humans and AI based on feedback.
Step 6: Human Judgment - Musicians and listeners shape the music, ensuring its quality.
Details: https://hewlaq.com/blog/creating-music-with-ai-how-technology-and-creativity-harmonize

Here are some important steps to making AI generated music:
Step 1: Data Collection - Gather MIDI files, sheet music, and audio recordings from platforms like Pond5.
Step 2: Preprocessing - Convert audio to MIDI, extract pitch, duration, and dynamics using tools like Music21.
Step 3: Training - Deep learning algorithms like TensorFlow capture musical patterns with RNNs.
Step 4: Music Generation - AI composes mesmerizing melodies based on prompts. Platforms like Jukedeck and Amper Music offer AI-generated music services.
Step 5: Refinement - Collaborative improvements between humans and AI based on feedback.
Step 6: Human Judgment - Musicians and listeners shape the music, ensuring its quality.
Details: https://hewlaq.com/blog/creating-music-with-ai-how-technology-and-creativity-harmonize

Here are some important steps to making AI generated music:
Step 1: Data Collection - Gather MIDI files, sheet music, and audio recordings from platforms like Pond5.
Step 2: Preprocessing - Convert audio to MIDI, extract pitch, duration, and dynamics using tools like Music21.
Step 3: Training - Deep learning algorithms like TensorFlow capture musical patterns with RNNs.
Step 4: Music Generation - AI composes mesmerizing melodies based on prompts. Platforms like Jukedeck and Amper Music offer AI-generated music services.
Step 5: Refinement - Collaborative improvements between humans and AI based on feedback.
Step 6: Human Judgment - Musicians and listeners shape the music, ensuring its quality.
Details: https://hewlaq.com/blog/creating-music-with-ai-how-technology-and-creativity-harmonize

Here are some important steps to making AI generated music:
Step 1: Data Collection - Gather MIDI files, sheet music, and audio recordings from platforms like Pond5.
Step 2: Preprocessing - Convert audio to MIDI, extract pitch, duration, and dynamics using tools like Music21.
Step 3: Training - Deep learning algorithms like TensorFlow capture musical patterns with RNNs.
Step 4: Music Generation - AI composes mesmerizing melodies based on prompts. Platforms like Jukedeck and Amper Music offer AI-generated music services.
Step 5: Refinement - Collaborative improvements between humans and AI based on feedback.
Step 6: Human Judgment - Musicians and listeners shape the music, ensuring its quality.
Details: https://hewlaq.com/blog/creating-music-with-ai-how-technology-and-creativity-harmonize

The sentence "Fighters are strong. Rogues are agile. Wizards are smart, Clerics are wise, and bards are Charismatic, and everybody is better off if they are tougher." has more to do with how which stats are assigned to govern which attributes, then anything else. It has almost nothing to do how real-world training priorities for any combat role or skillset actually works.
For example, IRL, most melee weapon combatants & martial artists focus their efforts on what would generally be considered Dex & Con training, with Str as a distant last training priority. Sure, strength is relevant for martial artists, but no competent martial artist ever in the history of the world is going to intentionally skip legs day, and even professional boxers will tell you that raw physical strength is less relevant to their training than most people assume it is.
Why does D&D largely tie melee weapon damage to Str rather than Dex? Why doesn't having a low Con impose melee weapon penalties? Because if we did that, we would have a harder time statistically separating the needs of Fighters from Rogues, and so, gameplay trumps realism.
Strength, as is commonly repeated, is the prime attribute for real-world longbow & warbow users. To an extent, Dex, Wisdom, and Int are relevant for things like trick shooting and long-range accuracy but by and large, if you want a competent bowman, you start with strength and you work on their other capabilities after they get their draw power sorted out.
Why does D&D insist on using Dex as the primary stat for all ranged attacks, including longbows, warbows & thrown weapons, all of which have a major strength component? Because in D&D, bows are for rogues, and rangers, and people are so goddamn used to seeing Errol Flynn & other Hollywood actors portray Robin Hood as a RangeRogue archetype, that the real-world need for massive strength when using bows is downplayed, and we get Dex for the governing attribute for bows instead. If for example, our pop-culture point of reference for an archer was Ashitaka from Princess Mononoke, we'd have bows be governed by Str, not Dex instead. Because either way, it's not about the reality of what you need to be a good archer. It's about what the audiences of popular media think is relevant that determines what stat is assigned to what.
nowhere is this more apparent than the relationship between Charisma & perform skills. In D&D, Bards are "Charismatic" so Charisma governs all performance based skills, because we wouldn't want to require that bards have big numbers in stats that contribute directly to combat performance, or spellcasting, now would we?
in reality various perform skills would be more realistically assigned to various traits other than charisma, if not multiple.
For example, an effective stage actor would need high Wisdom (to memorize lines) Good Con (projecting your voice for hours at a time drains stamina like crazy) and decent dex (Stage acting is all about large, over-the top gestures as no-one can see your facial expressions from 50-100 away)
Musicians who play an instrument, likewise need high Dex (coordination is important) and likewise benefit greatly from good Con (especially if they have a woodwind instrument, or have a heavy handheld instrument like an Cello or Double Bass) and likewise, Str can be very important for many of the heavier instruments, again like the Cello & Double Bass. Oh, and if they don't have access to printed sheet music? Wisdom becomes important again, as memorizing and retaining the knowledge of complicated pieces of music is a big deal. Oh, and there is also a heavy Int component involved, as much of musical theory is math based in nature.
But, for game balance & pop culture reasons, expecting an bard who is a world class Double Bass player to have high values in Str, Dex, Con, Int & Wis, isn't something that D&D expects you to do. So rather than needing all of the actual high attribute scores in those various stats that you would need to be effective IRL, D&D gives bards the Charisma stat to allow them to master any/all musical & or performance skills, regardless of how nonsensical that is in real life.
It's not as if any of this is new to 5th edition either. This flaw of how skills are governed has existed (to one extent or another) across all editions of D&D. If anything, arguably 3rd edition made it worse than it was in prior editions like AD&D & OD&D, as many of these non-combat functions were very poorly defined, and rarely if ever used in prior editions, making 3e's codification of attribute bonuses relationship to skill values the event that is most directly responsible for the arbitrary, and on occasional, non-sensical matching of certain skills and abilities to certain stats.

Good morning and a happy Tuesday, welcome back to another selection for our sub's weekly listening club. Each week, we'll listen to a piece recommended by the community, discuss it, learn about it, and hopefully introduce us to music we wouldn't hear otherwise :)
Last week, we listened to Gernsheim’s Symphony no.1. You can go back to listen, read up, and discuss the work if you want to.
Our next Piece of the Week is Franz Schreker’s Prelude to a Drama (1914)
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Score from IMSLP
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Some listening notes from Paul Conway and Cris Posslac for Naxos records:

Schreker wrote the text of his opera Die Gezeichneten (‘The Marked Ones’) in 1911, at the request of Alexander Zemlinsky, who asked for a libretto about the tragedy of an ugly man along the lines of the Wilde novella Schreker had already treated in his pantomime. In the event, Schreker set his own libretto, completing the score in 1914. His use of highly chromatic musical language in the context of a lurid Italian Renaissance drama involving murder and madness established his credentials as an exponent of Expressionism. The premiere in Frankfurt am Main in 1918 won critical acclaim and made him one of the leading opera composers of his generation. The Overture is a distillation of the opera. The coruscating opening bars adumbrate the score’s rich sonorities and harmonic ambiguity and the ensuing material introduces themes associated with the three main protagonists: a sinuous melody depicting the hunchback Alvino Salvago who, with his longing for beauty and love, has created an Elysium on an island near Genoa; the swaggering, Italianate signature tune of Count Tamare who has been using the island as a place for rape, orgies and even murder; and the veiled chords representing the elusive quality of Carlotta, the recent target of Tamare’s affections. A concert version of the Overture, featured on this recording, appeared as Vorspiel zu einem Drama (‘Prelude to a Drama’). Commissioned by Felix Weingartner in 1913, it was premiered in Vienna on 8 February 1914. For the concert version, Schreker created a comprehensive and condensed symphonic drama which contains the most important elements of the plot. It does not follow exactly the emotional trajectory of the opera but uses a sonata form structure, with a recapitulation of the main ideas following a volatile central development section.
The oscillating mixture of B flat minor and D major in the opening should sound (as Schreker instructs) like ‘an indistinct, blurred buzzing, whirring and glitter’—it is soon joined by a long, chromatic, sinuous melody representing Alviano’s longing. After the first climaxes the music switches to the third act ([1] 2:05) where a Bacchanal is taking place with, among others, strange mythical creatures—fauns and naiads, etc. During this procession Tamare appears (3:42) with his almost Puccini-like signature tune (to be played ‘with savage passion’), taking Carlotta and fervently holding her in his arms. The flute recalls the first dispute between Carlotta and Tamare (4:40), and her own motif is heard (7:10) in a sequence of frail, tender chords, mixed with Alviano’s characteristic minor seventh. The Overture to Die Gezeichneten ends a few bars later with a recap of the B flat minor–D major sequence. In the concert version, Schreker leads to a middle section in E major which is a musical depiction of the island and the grotto (8:10), which despite all its alluring and seductive beauty (‘in soft and dance-like movement’) is time and again undermined by the ongoing crimes on the island and the threat of discovery by the Genoese police. Then Schreker leaps into the Bacchanale again (11:33) followed by a literal repeat of the first part until he moves to the end of the Overture (17:20) taking up the delicate, glittering ‘distant sound’ of B minor and D major, thus creating a musical circle with an island as its centre.

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Ways to Listen

• Michael Gielen and the Berlin Radio Symphony Orchestra: YouTube Score Video, Spotify
  
• JoAnn Falletta and the Berlin Radio Orchestra: Spotify
  
• Carlos Izcaray with the American Youth Symphony: YouTube
  
• Josep Pons and la Orquesta Sinfónica de Galicia: YouTube
  
• Vassily Sinaisky and the BBC Philharmonic Orchestra: Spotify
  
• Christopher Ward and the Deutsche Staatsphilharmonie Rheinland-Pflaz: Spotify
  

Discussion Prompts

• What are your favorite parts or moments in this work? What do you like about it, or what stood out to you?
  
• Do you think you need to know the “story” of the drama in the title, or does this piece work better as an abstract evocation of an opera? And why?
  
• Have you ever performed this before? If so, when and where? What instrument do you play? And what insights do you have from learning it?
  

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What should our club listen to next? Use the link below to find the submission form and let us know what piece of music we should feature in an upcoming week. Note: for variety's sake, please avoid choosing music by a composer who has already been featured, otherwise your choice will be given the lowest priority in the schedule
PotW Archive & Submission Link

Hello Fallout Fans!
Recently, last week, my grandmother passed away at 87 years old. She was a wonderful woman and after going through all the sweet memories I have of me with her, I remembered something. The music that fallout introduced me too allowed me to bond with her on several occasions. I have dozens of memories of turning on the Galaxy News Radio playlist and dancing/singing with her for hours. Whether it was doing a duet with her too “way back home” or just doing a dance with her to the swing music. So in a strange way, without fallout in my life, I would have missed out on some my favorite moments I had with her.
I thought other fans would like to hear this. Remember to always try and make as much memories as you can with the ones you love before they are gone forever.