I have never put my oboe/case on the roof of the car. Never. There’s good reason for this. But it can happen. It was nice to read the whole story; at least it wound up all okay. I have left my oboe at restaurants, but I’ve always run back in to find it waiting for me. (And those restaurant incidents happened years ago.)

I have seen a saxophone run over by a car (I was in the car but I was not the driver) and I’ve heard of a violin that was run over and survived; the owner had it in what must have been a nearly indestructible case.

This little tidbit has been brought to you by pattyramble, who is avoiding getting the house cleaned and whose husband and son are putting off getting the tree in the house for decorating.


  1. You know the story of the violinist who <A
    a borrowed Strad on the roof of his car</A>, after which it
    disappeared for 27 years?  (Someone found it, fortunately
    undamaged, and claimed it for her own.)

    Despite the lack of damage, that’s a much worse story than this one.

  2. Patricia Mitchell

    I thought the story I was relaying was more of an “awww” story than and “awful” story. The violinist’s tale is, of course, of the awful sort. I can’t imagine taking a Stradivarius as my own, knowing full well someone out there was suffering the loss of such an instrument. But we oboists don’t have Strads … our instruments are a wee bit less expensive. (Even so, they become part of us and having to change instruments can be quite frustrating.)

    Sigh. Musicians. We are not all upright and honest, and I do have stories, but I won’t go there.