I suppose I should have made this blog anonymous. Then you all would be getting an earful right now.
But on to other things …
I had a symphony concert tonight. It began at 8:00. I was home by 8:45. Yes, there are nights like these, although not very often. I actually don’t care for them all that much (although no one heard me complain as I walked in my front door); I don’t feel very connected to the orchestra when I’m there and gone so quickly.
Normally I play second oboe in the symphony. This year I’ve been playing principal on every other set (which gave me the opportunity to play, along with other works, Tchaikovsky’s Symphony No. 5, the Corigliano Chaconne for Violin and Orchestra from The Red Violin, Mendelssohn’s Symphony No. 4 and (most importantly, to me, anyway) Stravinsky’s Song of the Nightingale). It’s been a great opportunity for me, and I’m very grateful to Pam for allowing me these sets.
But this week I opted for English horn. Normally I like to play the EH chair because we often get such fabulous solos. But not this week. I’m guessing, in fact, that most of the audience was wondering if that woman sitting there with the funny looking oboe even played one note! (I did, and I even had 8 measures that might be considered a soli, with flute, if anyone was paying close attention.) We were playing Sullivan’s Pineapple Poll, a piece I would suggest would be more appropriate for a Pops concert, but maybe that’s the snob in me speaking. We’ll see what the reviewers say!
Anyway, I chose it this week just to keep my EH brain in gear. It’s not the same as playing oboe. Besides, I do love my EH! I’m hoping that some year we do the Ravel Piano Concerto again. I miss that solo.