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“The moral to this story is don’t mess with the marching band girls, or you just might get what you deserve,” said Los Angeles County sheriff’s Deputy Michael Rust.

He said two men approached the girl from behind, grabbed her coat and demanded money. Deputies searched near Quartz Hill High School for the muggers, looking for a man who was holding his bloodied nose and the other limping.

No arrests have been made, but Rust said it appears the girl made her point to her assailants.

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I’m rather bothered by the “no arrests were made” part. Say what!? Shouldn’t they have been arrested, even if “the girl made her point”?

In the middle of today’s performance of a Mozart clarinet quintet, the music stopped. Clarinetist Todd Palmer was having a problem with his reed. That’s rare but not unheard of. Reeds are after all fragile little pieces of wood that can inexplicably split, sometimes right in your mouth (I had this happen once while learning clarinet rudiments in college). Charles Wadsworth, sitting in the front row and watching the performance, asked if he needed to change his reed. Palmer’s only response was that all this was embarrassing and that the audience would get their money back (he was joking). He finally got the reed working again and the concert proceeded beautifully. The whole episode probably lasted a minute. Yet the moment had some interesting implications (interesting to me, anyway).

I’ve never had this happen at a crucial moment, but that fear does lurk. When I was soloing a few weeks back I had put a headband on in order to keep my hair from getting in my reed, but my hair is now long enough it can make it’s way there anyway. For a short while I had to take great care that I didn’t blow that one thin strand of hair that had managed to get into my mouth into my reed. That would have meant silence for sure. In very dry weather reeds can even dry out quickly and give us the silent treatment. And today, after teaching two students, I looked at the reed I had been playing on all day — and used for last week — and there was a huge crack in it. How that happened, I haven’t a clue, but eventually that would mean a horrible pitch problem, an ugly sound, or silence.

The article about the ReedSilence™ is about more than that; it’s about our expectation of perfection in this recording age. I do wonder if that expectation is as high as I place it most of the time. Live music is live. Stuff happens. But it’s still, I think, incredibly more exciting than a recording.

I’m amazed by opera singers. They have to do an awful lot at once. I play one note at a time. With music in front of me. And I don’t walk around, fall, or die while I play. (Well, not yet anyway!)

Opera singers have a difficult job. They have to remember the words and the music and the timing, where you go onstage and what’s happening with the costume. They have to be watching the conductor. They have to be giving everything to the audience. There are all these cognitive functions going on and when something goes out of whack, the words and the timing are the first things to go.

The conductor can’t say anything audible (to the singer) because the conductor is 30 feet away. But the prompter is right there. So if they’re singing and you forgot a word, they look right down at the prompter. They see me, center stage in the footlights, and help is there. It’s a very quick communication.

RTWT. It’s a fun little read.