Posted on 08/28/2007 9:44:35 AM PDT by Borges
Is this a baseball thread?
First steroids, not this?
Yes. The so-called "Perfect Pitch" sounds a bit manufactured.
Interval is another thing that can be developed by ear training. Rhythm another. Some have it, some have to work at it.
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Apparently the local Philharmonics lose attendance as people lose their ability to perceive pitch...
As a person with perfect pitch, I find the word “coveted” rather laughable. For me, perfect pitch is more of a curse. Chain saws, electronic beeps, trucks backing up, etc........those kind of non-musical pitches drive me up the wall.
Thank you for the ping to a very interesting thread!
Where do I sign up for the gene therapy? ;-)
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"One guy said, 'I can name the pitch of anything -- even farts,"'
try playing an instrument tuned to A=442 next to one tuned to A=440.
had to do that in drum corps, very irritating.
I have imperfect pitch.
It used to annoy me because once I heard a song, any time I heard it on a player that was at the wrong speed, I’d know it was wrong. Back in the olden days, you had record players and tape players that could easily play something a little fast or slow, and I’d always know.
Now I don’t care anymore, but an MP3 player or CD player won’t play my songs at a higher or lower pitch.
My coworkers tried to name the pitch of the last one but they were too busy gasping for air and rubbing their eyes...
Any nominees for the perfect pitch? We all can name important home runs. But remembering that 99 mile an hour fastball just on the corner of the plate to clinch the Series, that’s harder . . .
Not me! I can’t carry a tune anywhere. Not only do I not ahve perfect pitch, I have NO pitch!!
However, my farts run the gamut from a deep rumbling bass to a high pitched soprano. Watch out for te former, as they are usually accompanied by noxious fumes. The latter are what my granddaddy used to call popcorn farts. Really dry and no smell.
Sandy Koufax, game 7 of the ‘65 world series......9th inning 2 outs,
Meet Gene.
If I could light my own farts I could fly to the moon or at least Uranus.
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