Edit: Added some other types of trumpets other than the B flat you all know so well.
Monette Flumpet
Monette Decorated
Eclipse Custom
Eclipse Custom with Snakes!
Taylor Octagonal Trumpet
Taylor Jewel
Closer shot of Jewel's bell.
Taylor Renegade
Taylor Phoenix
*DROOL*
Here's another one, Dixie style.
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Schilke Rotary C Trumpet
Getzen Custom Series C Trumpet
Getzen Capri Herald Bb Trumpet
Getzen Bass Trumpet
Leblanc T353 Arturo Sandoval Eb/D Trumpet
Schilke Custom 4 Valve Eb Trumpet
Just found this site filled some of the stuff here and some different ones: Bizarre Trumpets
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The world is officially ending. They're pimping out.....trumpets.
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On a somewhat related note, it was really cool when the guys on Mythbusters put gunpowder in a trombone with a mute and then blew the thing up and sent the mute flying like a cannonball. The mute, as I remember it, went flying into a dummy and killed it good.
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Those Monets, the gold-plated ones, are apparently very heavy for trumpets. Guys who perform on them supposedly have got a whole bunch of pillows backstage so they can slam them down for being so tired of holding them up.
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I play trumpet (not very well admittably, maybe if I took mine home from the band room and practiced I'd get better ) and I can say without a doubt that the only one of those I'd even consider using would be the octagonal one, the other's would be far to heavy to wield and they're covered in useless shit which isn't gonna help the comfort level very much.
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well isn't that pimp-tastic and disco fabulous! Get me a rhinestone jacket and some Elton John sunglasses to go with it!
personally i like that three tone Octagonal model with the sapphire key inserts. It's flashy, but not too flashy. And unlike the Jewel it wouldn't meke people wonder what other things i like to blow.
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The pimptastic one is FUGLY!!! I like the first one, and I LOVE the one with the flames. Very hot.
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Joe wrote:Those Monets, the gold-plated ones, are apparently very heavy for trumpets. Guys who perform on them supposedly have got a whole bunch of pillows backstage so they can slam them down for being so tired of holding them up.
are they gold inside the leadpipe and all the way down the bell as well? If so i'd imagine the tone is fucking sexy.
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I'd like to see a Star Wars-themed one. That has the same colors of Obi-Wan's Episode 1 lightsaber hilt.
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aerius wrote:On a somewhat related note, it was really cool when the guys on Mythbusters put gunpowder in a trombone with a mute and then blew the thing up and sent the mute flying like a cannonball. The mute, as I remember it, went flying into a dummy and killed it good.
IRG CommandoJoe wrote:I'd like to see a Star Wars-themed one.
Heh, if I was to get a Star Wars custom it would have TIE Solar Panels soldered on the leadpipe and bell stem with engraving of the external cockpit along with the Imperial insignia on the bell.
That would be schweet.
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If you have enough money, you can get ANYTHING. Star Wars themed instrument? With a few thousand dollars, it'd be yours.
Damn, and I thought gold plated keys on my clarinet would be the shiznit...
Kuja, you mean you never heard the story about the trombonist with the not-so-brilliant idea for the 1812 Overture?
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(August 1998, Uruguay) In a misplaced moment of inspiration, Paolo Esperanza, bass-trombonist with the Symphonica Maya de Uruguay, decided to make his own contribution to the cannon shots fired during a performance of Tchaikovsky's 1812 Overture at an outdoor children's concert.
In complete disregard of common sense, he dropped a large lit firecracker, equivalent in strength to a quarter stick of dynamite, into his aluminum straight mute, and then stuck the mute into the bell of his new Yamaha in-line double-valve bass trombone.
Later from his hospital bed he explained to a reporter through a mask of bandages, "I thought the bell of my trombone would shield me from the explosion and focus the energy of the blast outwards and away from me, propelling the mute high above the orchestra like a rocket."
However Paolo was not to speed on his propulsion physics, nor was he qualified to wield high-powered artillery. Despite his haste to raise the horn before the firecracker exploded, he failed to lift the bell of the horn high enough for the airborne mute's arc to clear the orchestra. What happened should serve as a lesson to us all during our own delirious moments of divine inspiration.
First, because he failed to sufficiently elevate the bell of his horn, the blast propelled the mute between rows of musicians in the woodwind and viola section, where it bypassed the players and rammed straight into the stomach of the conductor, driving him backwards off the podium and directly into the front row of the audience.
Fortunately, the audience was sitting in folding chairs and thus they protected from serious injury. The chairs collapsed under the first row, and passed the energy from the impact of the flying conductor backwards into the people sitting behind them, who in turn were driven back into the people in the third row and so on, like a row of dominos. The sound of collapsing wooden chairs and grunts of people falling on their behinds increased geometrically, adding to the overall commotion of cannons and brass playing the closing measures of the Overture.
Meanwhile, unplanned audience choreography notwithstanding, Paolo Esperanza's Waterloo was still unfolding back on stage. According to Paolo, "As I heard the sound of the firecracker blast, time seemed to stand still. Right before I lost consciousness, I heard an Austrian accent say, "Fur every akshon zer iz un eekval unt opposeet reakshon!" This comes as no surprise, for Paolo was about to become a textbook demonstration of this fundamental law of physics.
Having failed to plug the lead pipe of his trombone, he paved the way for the energy of the blast to send a superheated jet of gas backwards through the mouthpiece, which slammed into his face like the hand of fate, burning his lips and face and knocking him mercifully unconscious.
The pyrotechnic ballet wasn't over yet. The force of the blast was so great it split the bell of his shiny new Yamaha trombone right down the middle, turning it inside out while propelling Paolo backwards off the riser. For the grand finale, as Paolo fell to the ground, his limp hands lost their grip on the slide of the trombone, allowing the pressure of the hot gases to propel the slide like a golden spear into the head of the third clarinetist, knocking him senseless.
The moral of the story? The next time a trombonist hollers "Watch this!" you'd better duck!
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I saw that episode of Mythbusters with my BF (it's become one of my favourite shows BTW) and there's one part of the myth that was completely busted. No matter how much gunpowded they poured into the trombone, they couldn't get the slide to separate & fly off, even when the bell was blown apart the slide didn't move.
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I saw that episode of Mythbusters with my BF (it's become one of my favourite shows BTW) and there's one part of the myth that was completely busted. No matter how much gunpowded they poured into the trombone, they couldn't get the slide to separate & fly off, even when the bell was blown apart the slide didn't move.
Good thing the story said absolutely nothing about the slide coming out, then. It says he shot the mute out of the bell, not the slide out of the horn.
Rouge 9 wrote:Good thing the story said absolutely nothing about the slide coming out, then. It says he shot the mute out of the bell, not the slide out of the horn.
Ahem.
The pyrotechnic ballet wasn't over yet. The force of the blast was so great it split the bell of his shiny new Yamaha trombone right down the middle, turning it inside out while propelling Paolo backwards off the riser. For the grand finale, as Paolo fell to the ground, his limp hands lost their grip on the slide of the trombone, allowing the pressure of the hot gases to propel the slide like a golden spear into the head of the third clarinetist, knocking him senseless.
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