I get upset because it makes me think there is no hope that I will ever “get” it. It’s like being taunted for a disability when provided with this useless impossible advice instead of articulated instruction. I don’t have music feelers. I still hold out hope that I can learn in spite of this or figure out some kind of workaround, but being told this is devastatingly unhelpful.
Maybe they’re trying to use Latin?
Well, if the OP’s kid is frothing at the mouth, then he may, in fact, have some dental problem that needs checking out. Could be wisdom teeth, who knows? Or somebody has simply gotten OP’s kid’s goat and now he doesn’t know where to find it. Or somebody has gotten the OP’s goat’s kid. Or your kid has gotten bitten by a rabid goat.
Me: I lose it when I misplace things and can’t find them, however petty and trivial the misplaced thing is.
I just noticed that we have a current thread nearby just for people who’s goat is gotten by people who use the word “cromulent”. From the OP:
ETA: Disclaimer: Myself, I’ve actually glommed onto the word “cromulent”, having found my vocabulary to be usefully embiggened by its presence therein. The very word itself is cromulent.
When I sneeze and someone spouts, “God bless you.”
When someone accuses me of having a bad case of the Mondays.
When someone says I should look at “the big picture.” Where the bleep is this bleeping picture shown?? Is it a movie? In a museum? Where is the bleeping museum?? Up your ass ? Yes. That’s where the big picture always plays.
I read the damned manual too, but I like the fact that the horn beeps when I use the remote to lock the car. It is two signals: visual (lights flashing) and auditory (horn). My car has been prowled before, a few times; I’m taking no more chances.
Me? Well, having just finished a coummunity theatre project, i want to tell all who are under the age of 24, STFU! When the director or stage manager says something, it is not an invitation for you to comment among yourselves as to whether the director’s or stage manager’s comment is worthy of obeying. It is an order as to how we can put on a more effective and entertaining show.
Simple solution: the director’s note is worth obeying; and your commentary is limited to Yes, Sir (or Ma’am)! or No, Sir (or Ma’am)! as the case may be.
Count me in for another one who gets pissy about this. I’m almost fifty, the wisdom teeth have never been a problem. My dad is 85, his wisdom teeth have never been a problem - WTF is it that modern dentistry promotes unnecessary surgery? Do remove people’s appendix because they MIGHT cause a problem? No, we only remove the problem ones.
My 8th grade class* got into a big discussion with the music teacher because we all said one of the book’s songs was wrong (the last note said la, it had to be a sol). She said the book couldn’t be wrong. We countered that it was a popular song, anybody under the sun knows it, and anyone whose ears are good for more than holding glasses up could hear that the partiture was wrong (as demonstrated by singing the song’s ending vs playing what the partiture said).
Sometimes I still wonder how come we didn’t all end up eaten, but we didn’t… in any case, feeling the music too much can get you in Big Trouble, except if your 42 classmates happen to share the same exact feelin’.
- the nun had a reputation for being able to stare down dragons, but we had one for “having problems with Authority”** and hey, we were 14…
** translate as “not accepting ‘because I say so!’ as a reason”
If you are a novice then yes, this is crap advice.
Learning music is technical first, artistic second. I am post-grade 8 on piano and when I’m learning a new piece of music, I’m working out the rhythms, the best fingering, learning the patterns of notes. Only when I’ve got those reasonably sorted do I start concerning myself with the musical interpretation.
And presumably, if you are an expert, you don’t NEED that advice.
Agreed!!!
My own thing that is “normal” but that irritates me: people listening to their MP3 players or other music devices, so loud that I hcan hear a bit of the music. There’s a reason I wear earplugs on public transit.
The Dutch call bell peppers “paprikas”. According to Dutch people, these “paprikas” are not peppers. This pisses me off. They’re not “paprikas”, they’re just capsicum peppers of a certain shape, stupid tards.
Today I was in a deli getting a salad, they asked what greens I wanted. I said: “everything except the two peppers.” To which they said there was only one kind of pepper. “No”, I said, “two kinds: jalapeño and ‘paprika’. That’s a pepper too, and I don’t want it in my salad.” Then I educated them about peppers, but they were very unappreciative.
Stupid Dutch people and their ignorance of peppers. :mad:
Me too on the wisdom teeth thing. First, when I was in my early 20s, they told me my wisdom teeth were going to mess up all the expensive orthodontic work I had done as a teenager. Then when I hit my 30s, they said they wouldn’t screw up the orthodontic work, but I should still get them out because they are hard to keep clean and they’d end up rotting.
Now, in my mid 40s, I still have all 3 of them (the fourth doesn’t exist for some reason), two are actually in my mouth and useful, the third is in there below the gumline but not impacted or sideways or anything. I’m doing just fine with them, but they still tell me that if I don’t get them removed, Cthulhu is going to spring fully-formed from my mouth at some point or something.
When I’m working on something, and can’t find a tool or supply that I just set down one minute ago. I go into a frenzied search, and usually find said object eventually hiding under something else. I go ballistic, which is totally unnecessary.
This, 1000x this.
When anyone over the age of three starts to hand me something then playfully pulls it back as I reach for it. My rage goes into double secret overdrive if its food.
Also, putting something cold on my neck/back to see me jump. I had friends discover that I don’t jump as much as turn quickly and punch. Actually can’t help it. I do that involuntarily.
What, you don’t have Synesthesia? 
I have to agree with the windshield wiper one and my contribution to the car related ones is the radio. Specifically, my husband will turn down the radio to have a conversation but he won’t turn it off. He’ll turn it down so I can JUST hear it. Makes me crazy.
Also advertisements that count on people being stupid. Not all of them (or I’d be raging all the time) but sometimes a specific one will just flip my rage switch and then I can’t listen to it ever. When the ad isn’t playing I can see the amusement factor but then I hear it and it’s all RAGE FROTH ANGER again.
And I realize it’s not the point of the thread but a counterpoint to the wisdom of preremoving wisdom teeth - my niece didn’t and just recently she needed surgery because those teeth that weren’t causing any pain or problems were discovered during her annual dental visit to be so impacted and infected she was losing bone in her jaw. It’s been almost two weeks, she’s still off school and her mom flew over from Germany to nurse her back to health.
I have a small plastic container (one of the cheap semi-disposable ones) in my freezer that holds exactly one tray of ice. When it’s empty, I pop another tray of cubes into it, refill the tray and put it back.
Yes, I’d have more success with this type of instrument, since typically one is not expected to improvise until one has a high degree of skill, and all of the information about what and how to play is provided in the written music.
The “feel the music” advice is given instead of the information contained in proper sheet music or when people try to convince me to try to play along with musicians, either improvising or approximating/interpreting a known song, or to play along to the radio.
For example, strumming patterns are seldom provided for guitar, but no one I ask for help figuring out a good one for a song would ever actually do so, instead claiming I should “feel the music.” I’ve temporarily given up on the stringed instruments for at least the tenth time. I’ve been struggling to learn to play intermittently for many years, but being expected to somehow be guided by the music to figure out what to play has been very discouraging.
Now I’m learning to play drums, and it’s happening again. I won’t try lessons again, because it’s inevitable that a teacher will utter this phrase, and I just can’t bear to hear it again. No one expects a drummer to need anything written down and turning on the radio and “playing along” is supposedly great fun.
No matter, as long as I can avoid being told to “feel the music,” I think I’ll be all right. I do well learning transcribed scores and exercises and I enjoy it. Perhaps one day I will grow these music feelers or it will turn out they aren’t essential after all.