Someone landed here doing a search on the above.

So … well … okay. Why not?

A 20 minute pretty darn lame poem for you—

It’s not that I expect each one to make
the oboe his career. It’s not that I
would tell a student to pursue and take
the path I chose. I won’t cajole and cry,
I won’t manipulate. I cannot shove
you into busy weekends and low pay
although this truly is the life I love.
I must confess it’s fun to say I play
and work, doing the two at once. Can you
proclaim the same? But don’t think I would force
someone to major in the field —it’s true
we also need an audience, of course!

PEM 4/23/07

Yes, I’ll stick to my day night whenever job. :-)

Moving on …
Someone else searched on “normal life of an oboe reed”. Hmmm. What to say? The normal life of an oboe reed is … wake up, take a little water bath, climb into oboe, get a bit of a workout, go back into reed case, sleep. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.

3 Comments

  1. Repeat. Repeat. Then crack or die.

  2. Repeat. Repeat. Then crack or die.

  3. Patricia Mitchell

    And isn’t THAT the truth? Sigh.

    Sometimes it’s merely one repeat … or not even one.

    The reed life is simply a very unfair one, don’t you think?