travis: daddy, what kind of music do you play when you’re getting busy? justin: [yelling] MY HEADPHONES ARE OFF! dad mcelroy: well, travis– justin: i’m out of the goddamn room! dad mcelroy: it depends on what you’re, uh– justin: OUT! dad mcelroy: what you want to accomplish. if you want to extend the experience– travis: uh-huh? griffin: oh, no. justin: [yelling in the background] you fucking stop that on my show – i built an empire, you will not destroy it! travis: now, what if you’re trying to build a certain sexy atmosphere, daddy? what– griffin: [losing it] OH GOD, don’t say daddy. if you’re gonna explore this goof, don’t say daddy. justin: travis and dad can go on this venture. i’m OUT! dad mcelroy: [citing several musicians, including barry white] justin: [wordless yelling in the background] travis: now, what if you’re actually having sex with barry white? dad mcelroy: you don’t actually do it with barry white. justin: he’s DEAD! like ME! dad mcelroy: you let him play in the background. yeah. ‘cause that would be a little creepy. justin: [crying] dad mcelroy: [says the word “climax”] griffin and justin: NO! GOD! justin: i’m going out the window! this is a nightmare! dad mcelroy: well, there is a band called climax. there was also a climax blues band. travis: i see. justin: there’s a– there’s a band called jefferson airplane and i wish they would hit me right now and kill me in their propellers. i wanna die. (…) justin: you’ve never done it. it’s never happened. dad mcelroy: obviously, i’ve done it three times. i had to – where would you have come from? justin: a star put a crystal under a cabbage leaf and i appeared! I’M A GIFT!
BBC Sherlock is the best adaption of Sherlock Holmes because it succeeded in making me despise the character of Sherlock Holmes for the rest of my life (and eternity) and made me never want to touch the stories ever again and that’s what Arthur Conan Doyle would have truly wanted.
I stg at this very moment Arthur Conan Doyle’s ghost is probably floating in front of Steven Moffat’s bed violently sobbing in gratitude and mumbling things like ‘you did it. You finally did it. They all hate Sherlock Holmes. Thank you’
This was recorded by the Portsmouth Sinfonia in an experiment where all the members of the orchestra would swap instruments with each other and attempt to play them to the best of their ability.
favorite things about this
literally all the brass starts to get the hang of it and then the crescendos happen and everyone is like FUCK FUCK FUCK??? FUCK. JUST. BLOW RLY HARD.
the strings are lazy but also the same. like u can tell a lot of the ppl w/ the stringed instruments may already basically know how to play stringed instruments. like there’s definitely a section at the beginning where you hear a good portion going “oh yeah this is like. a smaller/bigger version of what i do.”
all you hear of any woodwinds is just “pffffttt??? pFFFTTTT???? PFFFFFTTTT I SAID PFFFFTTTT!!!!!” bc woodwinds are fucking HARD and you hear after like the first crescendo half of them just give up. they give up. they’re done. fuck this it tastes weird and my lips hurt.
that trumpet. that person is fucking TRYING man they fucking GOT this. they may not have figured out notes but they figured out LOUD and they GOT this.
I JUST DIED
I SEARCHED THIS POST FOR AGES OH MY GOD
The best part of this is that Cap the puppy is running around trying to figure out where the SHIT that AWFUL sound is COMING FROM and MOMMY why are you not STOPPING IT.
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