Complaints:
- “I could play it in my studio” is something that applies to one “little” lick in Cosi right now. This is frustrating, not only because both days I’ve missed a note (a different one each day), but I set myself up for fear. I hate that. Tomorrow morning it’s “metronomie time”. (Yes, I meant to spell it that way. I’m silly that way.) But no matter how much I work with the metronome, it’s mostly how the solo appears out of nowhere, and how the tempo isn’t predictable to me for some reason. I have the darn thing by memory of course … I wonder if I just shouldn’t look at the music; maybe that’s what is throwing me. I wonder.
- I’ve had a headache all day, with only a few bits of respite.
- My eyes are not allowing me to use the computer more than about 15 minutes at a time. Otherwise they go a bit crazy.
Okay. There. I’m done venting.
I do like a new reed I’ve made, another feels like it’s going to be a happy camper as well, and I figure I can get a few more going while I’m feeling good about making them. I’m finding that my Vitry knives are behaving better than the Landwell. Hmm. Not sure what’s up with that. The cheap, older knives being nicer than the more expensive one?
I’ve been shredding and shredding and shredding: when we cleaned our garage we pulled down all of our tax records, all the way from 1976. Yes. Really. So we purchased a very good shredder and I’m running things through, attempting to get our tax records down to only what is necessary. It’s a big job. It’s a dusty job too. It’s also kind of fun, as each year brings back memories. I even found the cancelled check for my first Marigaux oboe.
