12. September 2008 · Comments Off on Once An Oboist … · Categories: Ramble

… it never leaves your identity.

Former professional oboist Sarah Bloom said she has a pretty good view of the large, white oil tanks at the Sprague Oil facility on the Fore River from her home in South Portland, so she’s hoping whichever proposal is selected for the Maine Center for Creativity’s “Art All Around” project is something she won’t mind seeing every day.

Yes, I’d posted about Sara Bloom before. Now she’s a finalist. I don’t think she was when I blogged earlier.

Hmmm. I decide to google “former oboist” because, already being as slothful as possible (sleeping in until 9:12 AM … yikes!), I may as well continue with this …

Tourism, Arts and Culture Minister Bill Bennett is a former oboist.

And …

The family is going to meet my uncle’s fiancée this evening. She’s a former oboist with the New York Philharmonic and now writes for the New York Times. I feel like it could be a scene out of some horrible modernization of a Jane Austen novel.

This was too funny! I know who this blogger is writing of, too. (This was back in 2005.)

Levine lives with his closest friend, Sue Thompson, a former oboist whom he met in 1967.

And …

There are a lot of oboes and string on this disc, and being a former oboist, I am electrified as I hear that instruments mellow honk!

Would a decent former oboist ever use the word “honk”? Hmmm.

There are also a number of former oboists (and current ones too) who conduct. (Yes, I could start a list, but I think it’s about time for my latté.) I think former oboist conductors is a good idea. Oboists are the first to know that “hand in the face” can be detrimental, along with “glare because I fear you might miss the attack” so I would hope these conductors don’t do HitF™ or GbIFYmmtA™ at all or at least not too much.

But the best of all is actually from a movie. Anyone heard of this?:

“Boss of the Ballet,” an absurdist caper film that seems to change in style and intention every few minutes, is the tale of two sanitation workers — a former oboist and a former ballet student — who decide to collaborate on a show. But before they can begin, the oboist must retrieve his musical instrument, which his wife gave to a neighbor. Instead of simply asking for it back, they decide to reclaim it in a ludicrously elaborate burglary.

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