Pop singer Myleene Klass participates in Barbie’s campaign to bring classical music to young girls. And launches Barbie’s first feature length Musical “Barbie as the Island Princess” at The Hospital Club, Convent Garden
I realize not everyone isn’t interested in this … but here’s a title I’m interested in:
Marcel Tabuteau: How Do You Expect to Play the Oboe if You Can’t Peel a Mushroom?
And yes, I ordered The Rest Is Noise today!
✓ Quartet rehearsal
✓ SCU lesson
… now I prepare for my private students here at home.
Today is just one of those days when I just feel so blessed to do what I do! Playing with friends, putting together a couple of pieces, teaching a wonderful student … working on the Saint Saëns with her … well … life is good.
I know I like to whine. I know I complain about reeds frequently. (Heh. Okay. Nearly all the time!) But what a JOY it is to be able to make and teach music.
I love writing but hate starting. The page is awfully white and it says, “You may have fooled some of the people some of the time but those days are over, giftless. I’m not your agent and I’m not your mommy. I’m a white piece of paper, you wanna dance with me?” And I really, really don’t.
-Aaron Sorkin
I would suspect people in other arts areas can relate. Yes?
So if anyone is interested in registering do feel free! Please remember I can use a name on that form; sometimes spambots try to register and if I see what looks to be a real name I can assume the registrant is real. Then you can join in conversations … tell me I’m goofy … tell me I’m wrong (in your oh-so-gentle way … I’m an oboe player remember?!) … fill me in on who is playing where, double reed days, auditions … you name it!
Oh … and don’t forget that I have a page that features Double Reed Instructors in the USA! So far the list is rather small. I know there are more of you out there.
Now it’s time for coffee. I have to be awake for my 10:00 rehearsal. Fortunately it’s here, so I don’t have to drive anywhere. The other three and the composer … poor things … have good distances to travel. (I’ll try not to gloat.)
Back in a few … maybe …
