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Other things to do with your viola

This? This is nothing. Just wait ’til she balances the bow on top of the scroll.


Pinwheel, pinwheel, spinning around…

He didn’t know which pose looked best, so he chose all of them.


Give a hoot…

… Don’t toot.


Wide open

Didn’t her mother teach her not to sit like that?


On Your Knees

At least the one knee that we can see. The other leg… well, who knows?

(via @wheresstephane, who asked: “Why would anyone allow this picture of them to be taken, and published?”)


Ta-daaaa!

Dear sir:

I regret to inform you that this is not the Harlem Globetrotters.

The judges were, however, impressed with your ability to balance random objects on your fingertip.


Mary Poppins!

I didn’t know you played the horn!

Or wore skinny jeans!


Excuse me, there’s a gamba on your ass.

Keep reaching. Your hands are almost there.

UPDATE

The subject of the photos has written in to say:

Could you please credit me, the performer, Rachel Cama (and yes, I’m also a yoga teacher).
And also, can you credit the photographer:
Becky Oehlers
Many thanks…it was a very enjoyable photoshoot and not awkward, for me, at all.

Where did her legs go?

“Thankfully the violinist survived the tragic steamroller accident to play another day,” said the reader who submitted this.

But seriously, where did her legs go? Is she a mermaid?


Popeye the Cello Man

And just look what those biceps can do.

Hangin’ tough.


If looks could kill

grim flutist

If looks could kill, then it was definitely Colonel Mustard in the Ballroom with the, er, flute.
(Courtesy of @flissish.)

Line ‘em up

My, my. He has so many instruments, and all of them are, uhh, standing at attention.


Keep your friends close…

 

…and your cello even closer.


Don’t ju….

…mp.

Thanks to @jaygabler for inspiring today’s post with this tweet:

There are few things more awkward than promo photos of classical ensembles jumping into the air to look “vibrant” and “exciting.”

Watch out: this may become a series.


Even the best of us.

Sergei Rachmaninov

Rachmaninoff looks like he was having a really bad case of the Mondays.


Two of a kind

Why so glum? Looks like everything’s set up for a party in the back.

Definitely no party here, though. Except maybe a pity party.


We stand lie corrected.

We didn’t think it would happen, but here’s a photo of a male musician lying on the floor.
Sorry for the small photo.

This introduces a whole new category, in the words of the (female) harpist who sent this in: “Male harpists who have to proclaim their masculinity by knocking their harps over.”

Here’s another.

And another.

Very manly.


Take me now, baby, here as I am.

What is it about lying down?

On the floor.

In bed.

Under the boardwalk.

Legs up the wall.

Oh, and if anyone see any pictures of *male* performers lying on the floor, send them in.


Discomania

If she crouches over that disco ball long enough, will it hatch?


It’s not very cuddly.

My precioussssss.


Now, dear, that’s not how we act in church.

cellist in church

Well, you can’t accuse her of apathy.


“What are you doing here?”

startled-clarinetist

The startled look on his face. The undone bowtie. And the wedding ring.

What?


Hold your horn up and shout!

The leggings. The shoes. The pose. What?


Less is more.

organist

Unless you think that more is more. More patterns, more colors, more details.


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