The sound was so different from anything Mike had ever heard. It was beautiful. It sounded like there were so many different instruments playing but he couldn’t recognise any of them. He followed the sound up the creaky stairs of his old house. He pressed his ear against all the doors in the corridor, trying to find the one that the music came from. Finally, he found a door where the sound coming from it was louder than the others. He swung open the door. Silence.
A harmonica is a hard instrument to learn contrary to what most believe. There are many factors to consider like how hard you are exerting hair into the holes of the instrument. You have to know what each different slot and what noise it makes once you do blow air out. A lot of jazz music involves the harmonica.
She found it in her brother’s room, where she was never supposed to be but where all the good things were. She knew some of his secrets. The books with the naked people playing volley ball on the beach and the things in wrappers that sounded like boots you wore out in the rains and the drawer with the Bible in it, where all the phone numbers were. He had a pitch pipe and a real pipe and he had seeds left for what he was smoking last week. He had combs, all kinds of combs, the ones with the big teeth and the missing teeth. He had cologne with a name that sounded like a boat and a note to someone he was talking to the phone in a whisper the other night–Joy. She talked loud, you could hear her voice all the way across the room jumping right out of the phone. And then she saw it. A small shiny thing full of holes in a little velvet box that looked like a jewelry box. She took it out and blew into it and it made so much more noise than she thought it would it made her jump and it flew out of her hand and hit the radiator, then fell behind it through the cracks into the floor where she couldn’t get it. She tried and tried but finally she had to stop because he would be coming back soon and how mad he would be if he found her here. Then, she waited. And waited. And waited for him to say something.
melancholia broken schemes
choking on purgatory
lazy sods sop up the sums
blowing the chance
harmonica so the strange
taken home and never roam
fight the feeling pray for feeling
tomorrow’s just a song away
the harmonica was a different, it was a thing of beauty. most thought it was impossible to play such an instrument. many learned that through experience
the harmonica was an instrument of beauty. very few people in the class were capable of playing this instrument. it takes certain skills to play this instrument, but most importantly it takes practice.
Standing in front of the crowd, he opened up the case and the chrome plating of that harmonica gleamed from the spotlight. He brought it out and played to his hearts content. As the song was playing, the crowd noticed and started turning their heads.
The melodic sound of a harmonica drifted through the abandoned building, bouncing off the peeling walls eerily as the teenagers made there way through the wreckage. They looked around for the source, but it was impossible. It was coming from everywhere at once.
The old grandpa sat outside his house every day. He played his old beautiful light brown harmonica. He loved his harmonica. It made a lovely sound every time he played. The harmonica is one of his best abilities in life.
The harmonica’s melody plays on
Far after the accordion has out harmonized it.
Far after the trumpet has out blown it.
Far after the girl has out sung it.
The harmonica plays on, for it has nothing else to do.
Me, too.
my sister owns a harmonica. she plays it every day. she drives me crazy with her made up songs. maybe one day she will be a professional. to be honest its unlikely, but hush don’t tell i said it.
Alexandra was roaming through the beach on Tuesday night and was searching for pretty shells. She lifted a large piece of driftwood and was surprised to find a harmonica. She wasn’t very familiar with the object but she was very interested and decided to bring it home with her so she placed it in her basket attached to her bicycle.
Do you know how to play the harmonica? Do you know how to pluck the banjo? Do you know how to massage the neck of a cello and make it purr like a feline damsel? Do you know how to make people stop in their tracks on their way to the general store, have them turn their heads just so their ears catch more of that sweet, swampy melody? Crack open a drink or two for the ambiance, and then let the natural twang take over all.
A harmonica is a nice yet small instrument that can be carried around with ease where ever you would like to take it. I have never played one, but I have heard someone play one and it is very cool to listen to.
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa a very good instrument. I don’t have one.
A harmonica is a instrument used to sing songs and is a lively, yet small tool that is easy for travel. I have never used a harmonica before, but I have heard great things about it and would like to use one in the upcoming future.
hello this is a story about a harmonica this one was very ugly and their for had no friends so his friend gave his colorful coating to the harmonica and so then they were both happy.THE END
The notes rang high, but she pushed her voice higher, tensing her stomach and opening the airways in her throat, just like she had practiced. It reminded her of waves, of tides rolling over the surface of each other, steadily building in momentum and strength. Oh, she could see it, herself, wrapped in silks and dusted with glitter, her song reaching into the hearts of men as the audience cramped around her lean forward and listen with fervent ears-
The music stopped. She jolted, turned and glared at the boy beside her.
“Bloody hell,” her twin groused, harmonica hanging between two fingers as he remained crouched on the ground under the stairway they called home. “Forget the competition, you’re not even going to make it past auditions.”
She heard the faint sound in the distance, pulling her into a memory of campfires and banjos strings. Her uncle Dan showing her the constellations in the night sky as she stared into the depths of the darkness in the woods around her.
My husband’s dad has a harmonica. He can play on it but he doesn’t do this often. We do not really like the sound but he means well and that is why we tolerate the music sessions at Christmas time. My husband is also musical but cannot play the harmonica, which does not suprise me at all.
It has always been my dream to play a musical instrument perfectly. One day I found a harmonica in the attic. I tried it, it was eerie: I could do it. Now I perform in The Arena, with screaming crowds and I have followers on Twitter.
i really don t know any thing about this word what is it i really dont know. i think this might be related to something physicle issues don t know what is it axactly.
I was playing the harmonica when a guy comes up to me and tell me to play more songs about harmony and than I told him that I didn’t really know how to play the harmonica, but I just blew into it because I waned to and than he said fine.
Harmornica has to be a reason to feel the vibrational frequency and the feeling of a reed is something relaxing indeed. To let out some steam, is not as simple as a dream.
The sound of the harmonica always brings me back to those nights at the circus, sitting around the fireplace, and singing rude songs while the lions paced behind their metal prison bars.
The old lady was walking in the forest, slowly taking her steps. Suddenly, a sweet voice had her attention. It was the strange, high-pitched childhood sound of a small toy harmonica. Still, the musician was playing virtuously, as far as you can master an instrument with only a few notes.
The sound was so different from anything Mike had ever heard. It was beautiful. It sounded like there were so many different instruments playing but he couldn’t recognise any of them. He followed the sound up the creaky stairs of his old house. He pressed his ear against all the doors in the corridor, trying to find the one that the music came from. Finally, he found a door where the sound coming from it was louder than the others. He swung open the door. Silence.
A harmonica is a hard instrument to learn contrary to what most believe. There are many factors to consider like how hard you are exerting hair into the holes of the instrument. You have to know what each different slot and what noise it makes once you do blow air out. A lot of jazz music involves the harmonica.
How beautiful the sound of the harmonica. The elegance to the room and the party that was brought together by the beautiful couple to be.
She found it in her brother’s room, where she was never supposed to be but where all the good things were. She knew some of his secrets. The books with the naked people playing volley ball on the beach and the things in wrappers that sounded like boots you wore out in the rains and the drawer with the Bible in it, where all the phone numbers were. He had a pitch pipe and a real pipe and he had seeds left for what he was smoking last week. He had combs, all kinds of combs, the ones with the big teeth and the missing teeth. He had cologne with a name that sounded like a boat and a note to someone he was talking to the phone in a whisper the other night–Joy. She talked loud, you could hear her voice all the way across the room jumping right out of the phone. And then she saw it. A small shiny thing full of holes in a little velvet box that looked like a jewelry box. She took it out and blew into it and it made so much more noise than she thought it would it made her jump and it flew out of her hand and hit the radiator, then fell behind it through the cracks into the floor where she couldn’t get it. She tried and tried but finally she had to stop because he would be coming back soon and how mad he would be if he found her here. Then, she waited. And waited. And waited for him to say something.
melancholia broken schemes
choking on purgatory
lazy sods sop up the sums
blowing the chance
harmonica so the strange
taken home and never roam
fight the feeling pray for feeling
tomorrow’s just a song away
IS THE CHARACTERISC OF ANY KIND OF MUSIC. IS SOME GIFT, OF HABILITY OF MUSIC. HARMONICA IS THAT WHAT IS GOOD
the harmonica was a different, it was a thing of beauty. most thought it was impossible to play such an instrument. many learned that through experience
the harmonica was an instrument of beauty. very few people in the class were capable of playing this instrument. it takes certain skills to play this instrument, but most importantly it takes practice.
Standing in front of the crowd, he opened up the case and the chrome plating of that harmonica gleamed from the spotlight. He brought it out and played to his hearts content. As the song was playing, the crowd noticed and started turning their heads.
The melodic sound of a harmonica drifted through the abandoned building, bouncing off the peeling walls eerily as the teenagers made there way through the wreckage. They looked around for the source, but it was impossible. It was coming from everywhere at once.
The old grandpa sat outside his house every day. He played his old beautiful light brown harmonica. He loved his harmonica. It made a lovely sound every time he played. The harmonica is one of his best abilities in life.
The harmonica’s melody plays on
Far after the accordion has out harmonized it.
Far after the trumpet has out blown it.
Far after the girl has out sung it.
The harmonica plays on, for it has nothing else to do.
Me, too.
my sister owns a harmonica. she plays it every day. she drives me crazy with her made up songs. maybe one day she will be a professional. to be honest its unlikely, but hush don’t tell i said it.
I’m walking to my office. I saw the man who blow the harmonica. It’s very beautiful song I like it. And he sold the harmonicas for 70 dollars.
I’m walking to my office. I saw the man who blow the harmonica. It’s very beautiful song
that sound is beautiful, I used have one when I was little, and it not hard to play, I think is very suit for little kids.
Alexandra was roaming through the beach on Tuesday night and was searching for pretty shells. She lifted a large piece of driftwood and was surprised to find a harmonica. She wasn’t very familiar with the object but she was very interested and decided to bring it home with her so she placed it in her basket attached to her bicycle.
Do you know how to play the harmonica? Do you know how to pluck the banjo? Do you know how to massage the neck of a cello and make it purr like a feline damsel? Do you know how to make people stop in their tracks on their way to the general store, have them turn their heads just so their ears catch more of that sweet, swampy melody? Crack open a drink or two for the ambiance, and then let the natural twang take over all.
A harmonica is a nice yet small instrument that can be carried around with ease where ever you would like to take it. I have never played one, but I have heard someone play one and it is very cool to listen to.
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa a very good instrument. I don’t have one.
A harmonica is a instrument used to sing songs and is a lively, yet small tool that is easy for travel. I have never used a harmonica before, but I have heard great things about it and would like to use one in the upcoming future.
HARMONICA …. its a very great instrument and no one needs lessons
I had a harmonica once…I was pretty good at it, as I recall. It was a “Pocket Pal” Harmonica. (True Story)
hello this is a story about a harmonica this one was very ugly and their for had no friends so his friend gave his colorful coating to the harmonica and so then they were both happy.THE END
Mathias blew out of his harmonica, leading a sharp loud tune to where he was. Problem is, his friends weren’t the ones following his trail…
Harmonica, the instrument used to pass time. it is still used today, but not as common as guitar or drums. i have one, i don’t really use it though.
I don’t know how to use a harmonica but it looks fun to play !
The harmonica? Really I hate the harmonica… it is certainly no harmonious…so I dont know how it derived its name…
The notes rang high, but she pushed her voice higher, tensing her stomach and opening the airways in her throat, just like she had practiced. It reminded her of waves, of tides rolling over the surface of each other, steadily building in momentum and strength. Oh, she could see it, herself, wrapped in silks and dusted with glitter, her song reaching into the hearts of men as the audience cramped around her lean forward and listen with fervent ears-
The music stopped. She jolted, turned and glared at the boy beside her.
“Bloody hell,” her twin groused, harmonica hanging between two fingers as he remained crouched on the ground under the stairway they called home. “Forget the competition, you’re not even going to make it past auditions.”
She heard the faint sound in the distance, pulling her into a memory of campfires and banjos strings. Her uncle Dan showing her the constellations in the night sky as she stared into the depths of the darkness in the woods around her.
My husband’s dad has a harmonica. He can play on it but he doesn’t do this often. We do not really like the sound but he means well and that is why we tolerate the music sessions at Christmas time. My husband is also musical but cannot play the harmonica, which does not suprise me at all.
It has always been my dream to play a musical instrument perfectly. One day I found a harmonica in the attic. I tried it, it was eerie: I could do it. Now I perform in The Arena, with screaming crowds and I have followers on Twitter.
i really don t know any thing about this word what is it i really dont know. i think this might be related to something physicle issues don t know what is it axactly.
it sounds so beautiful when she plays it, the soft music is so soothing.
Font is good. It is catchy and attractive.
color is good. nice to see that . Felt happy seeing that .
I was playing the harmonica when a guy comes up to me and tell me to play more songs about harmony and than I told him that I didn’t really know how to play the harmonica, but I just blew into it because I waned to and than he said fine.
Harmornica has to be a reason to feel the vibrational frequency and the feeling of a reed is something relaxing indeed. To let out some steam, is not as simple as a dream.
The sound of mind and body – playing a tune and loving the sound. from air to music with notes that inspire to dance and sing.
The sound of the harmonica always brings me back to those nights at the circus, sitting around the fireplace, and singing rude songs while the lions paced behind their metal prison bars.
The old lady was walking in the forest, slowly taking her steps. Suddenly, a sweet voice had her attention. It was the strange, high-pitched childhood sound of a small toy harmonica. Still, the musician was playing virtuously, as far as you can master an instrument with only a few notes.