According to this I am officially OLD because I remember this. Well, I don’t remember this video, but sure remember the song. I whistled right along, thank you very much!
Now I’m allowed to say I’m old. But someone else. NO WAY.
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Looks like I’m not a top 100 classical music blog any longer.
I’d go cry in my beer, but I’m not having a beer. So oh well.
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Last night, prior to the opera, I had this glib little conversation with some colleagues. I’m not sure how we go on to the subject of reeds, but I tossed out my little story about a coaching session I once had with a principal player of the San Francisco Symphony. (This was years ago.) The [...]
It is a coincidence that these two words rhyme, cause me great distress, and won’t behave?
Now if only my reeds would flourish like weeds, and my weeds would fail like my reeds, I’d be a much happpier camper. But I am currently a Most Unhappy Camper. I’ve been working, working, working on reeds. Nothing [...]
Someone did a search on brain damage and oboe playing.
Yep. This is the perfect place to land. ;-)
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Or should it be “It was the reed, stupid!”?
I guess my feeling as if it was the OBOE was merely panic mode; once the first reed didn’t work nothing worked because I was freaking out.
Pulling out the instrument today, I went over the top joint, where I was just sure there was a problem. Not [...]
Our server seems to be up & down; I just had to restart the computer yet again. So I do apologize if you sometimes don’t see me here. I’m not sure what’s up because I’m a certified Computer Idiot.
Anyway, off to teach and work on my oboe … back later ….
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My music has a high irritation factor. I’ve always tried to say something. Eccentric lyrics about eccentric people. Often it was a joke. But I would plead guilty on the grounds that I prefer eccentricity to the bland.
-Randy Newman
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