It's the lyrics for Carmina Burana... lol
This is the piece that first convinced me to play timpani, I'm glad my mom said no. Though the instrument I chose is insane, I'm sure it will be worth the effort once I master it. The bassoon is an incredibly challenging instrument which is constantly requiring some sort of fine tuning whether it be reeds, fingerings, keys, and a hundred other little things that all need to come into balance for the thing to work. One hundred is an exaggeration of course, however it can feel pretty crazy at times.
Right now I'm trying to find a way to cope with the way the bassoon sits on my left index finger/palm joint. There is a vein right there that gets squished after hours of playing and starts to cut off circulation to my hand. I have to stop and shake my hand out every so often to get the blood flow back, until eventually the pain of the bassoon sitting on the joint becomes to great and I have to stop practicing all together.
The other part to the fine tuning that I'm dealing with right now is perfecting the capricious reed. They're never the same, and I keep reminding myself that whatever I have to deal with here is only going to get worse in Rochester. If I don't go insane it will be purely providential. I'm sure Mr. Hunt will know what to do.
I have two concerts coming up, for which I am very excited. One is with soloist Eugene Fodor (you have to see this guy- he talks while he plays!) who will be performing Lalo's Capriccio Espagnole. The other concert is Beethoven's 5th Symphony.
We recently played our last Trio concert at the Neurosciences Center which was a blast! Our Trio just has the most amazing dynamic that I've ever experienced in a small ensemble. From right to left we have Chloe; Jazz extraordinaire, Mark; Wiz kid, and Me; hmmm, sorry can't think of anything. :D lol
Ok the picture itself isn't great, but the memories associated with it are more precious than five really spectacular reeds.
Now I need to go to bed, so catch ya next time!
