Tonight’s concert held a couple of surprises.

I had planned on using “Reed A” for the first half (which I believed to be the Mozart Sinfonia Concertante and Tchaikovsky’s Mozartiana Suite No. 4) and “Reed 1” for Mozart Prague Symphony. Both reeds were okay … neither made me entirely comfortable, but that’s often the way things go and I play fairly well on bad reeds. (It’s a gift!) Reed 1 was definitely the best for the Prague, although it was at it’s best Thursday afternoon and was now clearly contemplating retirement. Or at least a bit of rebellion.

But then I pulled out another reed that I’d been working on and had played while I taught today. Hmmm. What to call it? “Reed Blue” I guess. And it just felt right. Like it was meant to be played today.

The concert began 10 minutes late, due to the parking problems in the area; what with Christmas in the Park, a Nutcracker at the CPA, a Sharks game, and various other events going on, traffic is bad and parking is worse, especially since two lots that were around last year have now been taken over for construction. I hate beginning concerts late. But no one asks me.

So I began with Blue and it was quite agreeable in the Concertante. The soloists did a fabulous job, too. Some fine music was heard!

Then I thought we had a quick furniture change for the Tchaikovsky. I was a bit surprised that the stage folk were taking their time moving furniture, and was even more astounded that the audience started to get up and leave. I thought it was sort of odd and maybe a bit rude of them … were they going home after just one work? Were they just bugged that there was a bit of commotion on stage? Say what?! So I sat, along with my colleague on second oboe and the two bassonists. We sat. And sat. It took me at least 15 minutes to realize that I was sitting through intermission (Yes. Yes I can be rather slow sometimes.), and that I could and should have gone backstage to tell Pam Hakl how much I enjoyed her oboing during the Concertante. (The other soloists played the rest of the concert so I could catch them later, but Pam was done after the solo so she left for home during intermission and I missed her. Rats! Sorry, Pam.)

So it was then too late to get up, or to try my other two reeds, to warm them up for the symphony. Ah well. This is life, yes? Full of surprises!

But, in fact, Blue really came through on all three pieces. Yay Blue! You rule!

I thought the concert went very well. The conductor, George Cleve, did a great job. I had a great time! Now we do it all again tomorrow.

This time, though, I think I’ll get out of my chair during intermission. That’ll be the plan, anyway!


  1. That’s funny.  My concert-going companion had the same
    reaction.  “Why is the audience getting up and leaving?” 
    Well, they have this thing at concerts that they call intermission ….

  2. Patricia Mitchell

    Heh. Good old intermission! Who’d a thunk it?

    For every concert set we play, we are given a schedule for the week (so we know rehearsal order, for one thing) and included is the performance order with intermission listed. According to the schedule we really were to have the intermission after the Tchaik. I’m not sure when it was changed, but it was certainly in time for the program to be correct, or so I was told. (We don’t get programs.) I guess they just forgot to tell the orchestra. Nearly everyone I spoke with on stage was as surprised as I. (Although they caught on sooner. What can I say? I have reed brain.)