Well, I was happier with some things today (yes, “the” note was fine), and yet I still wasn’t satisfied.

That’s music for you; it can always be better. Always. Or at least nearly always. Years ago I played something that I was entirely satisfied with. At least that’s how I remember it. I often wonder, now, if I would still be satisfied if I heard a recording. (I’m not sure one even exists.) Have I gotten pickier, or was that really as good a performance as I thought? Interesting thing was, it was on oboe d’amore, playing Bach’s Mass in B minor.

Now it’s a day off, and then a Tuesday night performance. Then it’s nothing until after Thanksgiving fun.

Of course my reeds are rapidly bowing out. Verdi is a reed eater. At least for first oboe. The second oboist gets a lot of reading (not reeding – that would make for a noisy pit) time! 🙂
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