12. April 2007 · Comments Off · Categories: imported, Ramble

Ahh, what great music to play! Ahh, what a big first oboe book! Ahh, what tired chops!

Yes, I realized last night that my mouth hasn’t had a good workout like that in a while. It felt good. Tiring, but good.

I have a bit of work to do … some things that should be easy, weren’t. Mostly I’m having a Reed Rebellion™ I think. And I really really really (that’s a lot of reallying) don’t want to bother with reeds. (You aren’t surprised, are you?) But oh well. Reeds will have to get attention. Silly things. And pitch … well … I’m struggling to find that as well. My first reed appeared to be flat (is it cracking?) when practicing at home, but when I was with the orchestra I think I was sharp. Hmmm. I really hate using a tuner during a rehearsal (“Use your stupid ear!” or “Use your ear, stupid!”) but I think I’ll hook up just to see what the heck is going on. Sometimes I hear “backwards”, I’m sorry to say.

Ringing the bell (gong?) one final time, I just want to mention Jonathan Bellman’s post. Yep, yep.

Breakfast time. Then it’s our first sitzprobe. Woo hoo! Singers. I love singers! :-)
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12. April 2007 · Comments Off · Categories: imported, Quotes

Probably after that moment, he’s unhappy for the rest of his life.

-Placido Domingo (commenting on Pinkerton, after Butterfly’s suicide)

(I do hope so.)
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