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Brass instrumentA brass instrument is a musical instrument that uses a cupped mouthpiece shaped in a way that allows the player's lips to vibrate to generate the instrument's sound. Brass instruments are usually, but not invariably, made of brass. Similarly, in musical terms, not all instruments constructed from brass belong in the category of "brass instruments"; a notable example is the saxophone, which, although usually made of brass, is a woodwind instrument.Because the player has direct control of the prime vibrator[?] (the lips), brass instruments exploit the player's ability to select the harmonic at which the instrument's column of air will vibrate. By making the instrument about twice as long as the equivalent woodwind instrument and starting with the second harmonic, players can get a good range of notes simply by varying the tension of their lips (see embouchure). Brass players call each harmonic a "partial". Brass instruments generally come in one of three families:
The trumpet, trombone, French horn, and tuba are the brass instruments most often found in a symphony orchestra. See also wind instrument. For a comparative list of the pitch of various brass instruments see pitch of brass instruments. Some other brass instruments:
See also: 20th century brass instrumentalists Is not this a rare fellow my Lord? He's as good.html">good
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