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🎶International Music Day🎶

 


Hello everyone! Welcome to Shriyandhaa's Space!

Today is International Music Day. Music, as you know, is, well... Just something you hear. There are variety types music - Pop, Rock, Classical, Melodic, K-Pop, Carnatic, and much more. My favourite type is Pop. What's yours? 😃



What's your favourite song? Let me know in the comments.

Do you want to check out this exclusively peculiar and rare instruments? 



Glass Armonica 

A glass Armonica consists of a series of glass bowls of different sizes and the sound is produced by the player rubbing over the glass. 



Theremin 

The theremin is one of the earliest electronic instruments. The instrument has two metal antennas that can sense the positions of the player's hands.


That was extremely weird! And they make weird noises too.


Fun fact: Do you know, that the hardest instrument to learn is the Oboe? 


As you see, the first Music Day happened on 1st October, 1975. Well, every year it is October 1st.


Well, you'll also have to mention your favourite instrument in the comments!


Hey! I have a great idea. How about we have an ELECTION?!! 


Between instruments. The instrument which gets the most votes shall win. I will teach you how to play it (if I know how to play it🤭🤭). If I don't know how to play it, I will paste a link from which you can learn. All right! Now here are the candidates:


Violin 

Piano (Keyboard)

Flute 

Trumpet 


This will be updated once a person votes:


Violin - 1

Piano (Keyboard) - 3

Flute - 1

Trumpet - 


Election shall end today! 

Results, tomorrow!

Ooh and don't forget about the Golu epsiode coming today!

Bye!

P.S - Remember to post your favourite type of music, song, instrument and vote



Comments

  1. Very good collection and sharing of information about the oldest and rare musical instruments. Thank you Shriyandhaa. My favourite instrument is flute and my favourite type of music is classical.
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