31. October 2006 · Comments Off · Categories: Announcements, imported

(… as I down my breakfast before getting to the reed situation …)

Watching bassoonist Stephen Paulson and English hornist Julie Ann Giacobassi take apart that famous opening almost measure by measure is a true thrill.

Say! What’s this? You know you wanna know!

San Francisco Symphony has a new thing goin’ on. It’s called Keeping Score. You can watch this on PBS (locally on KQED and, I believe, KTEH). (For your local listing go here.

I guess I’ll be setting my DVD recorder up for this, if I can manage to get to it. The Stravinsky segment (referred to in the quote above) will air next week.

31. October 2006 · Comments Off · Categories: imported, Ramble

BOO!

hoo …

Tis a scary and sad day … until those EH reeds get made!

Reading over at The Reedery Blog:

Sometimes doing personal stuff is a nice break from working, and sometimes it’s just hard to squeeze it in. That’s how my place ended up being such a pigsty.

Yes, indeed. Right now I’m embarrassed to look around the house. My laundry is done now, but needs folding and putting away. The kitchen? Never mind. The poor vacuum needs to be put to use, but reeds will have to come first. And I’ve not had time to get out to the store, either, so we are still missing Halloween candy (that will be taken care of this morning, prior to the English horn reed work time), and I need to pick up a few other things as well.

It’s so difficult to remember what summer was like now; I had no work. I was missing work. I was sad not to be working.

I’d use the old cliché “When it rains it pours” but I’m not going to. So you won’t have to hear an old cliché. Isn’t that a relief? No “When it rains it pours” written here. No sirree.

So anyway … HAPPY HALLOWEEN! Don’t eat too much candy. (Ever think about giving out reeds as a halloween surprise? If so, you know where to find me.
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30. October 2006 · Comments Off · Categories: imported, Ramble

But I be slightly hyper as well … typical after a performance. Even when it’s something as light as musical theatre. (Yes, I take musical theatre as seriously as anything. I feel that to think of one form of music as unimportant is simply a very bad idea, as it can lead to sloppy playing. I don’t want to go there.) But anyway, I’m wired. So it’s “come down” time.

The show went well; no problems in any way that would be noticeable to an audience. I could always go through my personal list of “coulda been better” moments, but I’m not going there.

But my English horn reeds. Grumble. They are not happy. Nor am I. The ones that I thought were workable, when I tried them all in my studio, are definitely unworkable. The ones I’ve used in that past are being overused and abused as I try to get something new together. The one little solo, which is on EH, went fine, but it was especially hysterical because no one heard it anyway; the audience was laughing and applauding a line that occured on stage right before the solo, and their noise overlapped with my solo. If only I could be so lucky every night! (This was probably our most appreciative audience; they—primarily students and seniors I believe—attend our final dress rehearsal and I suspect pay a lesser fee to do so, but they always are the loudest laughers and it’s great fun.)

Tomorrow is opening night. Between now and then I really must get an English horn reed I’m happy with. When I’ll find the time is a problem, as I have Santa Clara U and a private student to teach. But I really have no choice but to make it work, so that’s the plan.
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30. October 2006 · Comments Off · Categories: imported, Ramble

I’m home. But not for long.

I had a rehearsal this afternoon, but rather than go out to dinner downtown I came home. I can at least see Jameson and Dan for a brief moment, and I got some tasty pizza out of it too. (Thanks, Dan!) Now it’s back to work.

I wish I were feeling better about one little solo—the ONLY little solo—in this little musical. It’s not difficult. It’s just that I can’t make it work. I’m not sure why. Partly it’s the key, I think; I can’t stand the key. But somehow I am going to have to make it musical and not have notes go bonkers on me. (Yes, they really are going bonkers … it can’t be MY fault, can it?!)

But anyway, heigh-ho, heigh-ho … and all that jazz.
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29. October 2006 · Comments Off · Categories: imported, Ramble

It’s 11:20 PM and I’m already home! Nice, eh? Our rehearsal that was scheduled from 6:30 to 11:30 got out early.

I’m so relieved.

This was a very long day, due to some family stuff, then symphony, and then the rehearsal. And of course it feels as if it’s an hour later than it is because of the time change. So I’m pretty darn tired.

Tomorrow I have two rehearsals. Work continues. (As does “playing” of course!)

The concert today went well, although I had a difficult time focussing. This whole time change thing is for the birds. Or maybe for no living thing at all. But oh well, no one asked me about it.

I’m still trying to figure out why.
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29. October 2006 · Comments Off · Categories: imported, Quotes

Personally, I think the audience should applaud for the oboist who gives the ‘A’ rather than the concertmaster, who only walks out without falling off the stage!

-Fredric Cohen (the just retired oboist of the Springfield Symphony Orchestra)

I’m with him. Excellent idea! You can read the entire article here.
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28. October 2006 · Comments Off · Categories: imported, Ramble

Getting on stage tends to wake a person up just fine. I enjoyed the concert, and once again my friend and colleague, Pam Hakl, did a beautiful job! :-)

Now I set my clock back an hour. I love that extra hour! Tomorrow it’s a 2:30 performance and then I have a five hour rehearsal for The King and I.
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28. October 2006 · Comments Off · Categories: imported, Ramble

It’s 6:15. I will leave for the hall at 7:15. At 8:00 we will be starting the concert. And right now I’m very, very tired. I’m having a very difficult time imagining playing. The thought of picking up an oboe is beyond me.

But come 8:00—no, come 7:30—when I warm up (they have a concert talk prior to that that keeps us from playing), I have to be ready. Alert. I have to have my brain together. As well as my fingers. And I have to find the energy to work. Which I will.

When one has no choice, one finds a way. yes?

So there you go.

See you at around 10:30.
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I ran across Out West Arts (probably from someone’s link and I’m sorry I can’t tell you whose because I can’t remember!) and I think I’ll enjoy it.

The blogger, Brian, is in Los Angeles, but he treks on up here to see things (not in San José, or course, but in San Francisco where the Big Kids play).

On the right hand side of the page you can see “Later” which lists upcoming events. I’m assuming Brian is saying he’s going to all of these. Wow. The man must have megabucks.

In any case, I got a kick out of reading “Dear Cristine”.

I wish I could get to LA to hear some of the things he lists. Besides, it would be fun to hear the LA Phil’s new oboist, and see that fancy hall of theirs. But it ain’t gonna happen any time soon. And that’s life, yes?

In Other News
I’m alive but feeling somewhat sluggish. I have a concert tonight, so it’s nap time for this girl. I guess teaching until 2:00 zapped me a bit.

Now and then, a pork chop eagerly shares a shower with the tuba player living with a customer. A plaintiff completely seeks a polar bear. A movie theater shares a shower with a chestnut. An eggplant gives a pink slip to the tuba player. For example, a single-handledly impromptu bullfrog indicates that a class action suit beyond another burglar somewhat avoids contact with an ocean.

The self-loathing industrial complex Any bowling ball can figure out a financial spider, but it takes a real razor blade to seek a mating ritual. If a surly pork chop dances with a boiled grizzly bear, then the tape recorder around a stovepipe dies. Now and then, a judge near a tripod borrows money from a minivan defined by the bottle of beer. Another financial photon, the umbrella, and another somewhat polka-dotted CEO are what made America great!

The tabloid beyond a reactor

A spider over the cashier organizes the girl scout. If a non-chalantly incinerated insurance agent plays pinochle with an often fat tornado, then a scythe inside a dolphin gets stinking drunk. Furthermore, a wrinkled polar bear feels nagging remorse, and an overwhelmingly highly paid umbrella dances with the cashier. Any tape recorder can recognize an avocado pit, but it takes a real blithe spirit to plan an escape from a linguistic parking lot some buzzard toward a pig pen. The surly cargo bay requires assistance from a spider.

(Blame this entry on the tuba’s inclusion.)

Explanation
This is one sort of spam I receive. Nearly daily. With the tuba in it, I just had to put it here. Call me silly. (Please!)