So … let’s see … I’m sure I’ve mentioned these before, but I’m sitting here pondering and I figured some might not have read these before:

There was the time one of the Russian dancers flipped his way right into the pit. No one was injured (unless they just didn’t tell us).

My English horn reed stuck to my lower lip so when I thought I was taking the reed out of my mouth the horn went down, the reed stuck, and then fell down my blouse. Much wriggling occurred to remove it.

I got my silk swab stuck in my oboe right before the Arabian oboe solo. During the dress rehearsal. I managedt to get it removed just in time to play.

The very next day I managed to get the swab stuck again. On the very next night. Opening night. This time I couldn’t remove it with my handy dandy swab removed (my hands were too shaky) so I played my colleague’s oboe (she was on English horn for that number) while the principal flutist managed to get the darn swab out.

Of course there have been “the tree won’t grow” moments too. But those … well … meh (to quote

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