It would be really interesting to schedule some sort of chamber concert tonight in a location that could handle the darkness. Would people listen differently if they couldn’t see? I’m certain so. Hmmm. Maybe I should have my oboe out and ready to play before I turn out the lights, and then just spend time on excerpts. Or even scales. I will, of course, be home alone. No one here to hear me but me.

That sounds like a country western song … and please excuse the gender change, but I hear a man’s voice in this one:

Oh, the Oboe Woes

No one in the house to even hear me
I’m sittin’ in the darkness all alone
They tell me that a man’s home is his castle
But I’m a’thinkin’ it’s not quite a home.
I still remember when she up and left me
All because I pulled out one sharp knife
You’d think she woulda known I played the oboe
Now here I sit, alone, without a life.

Cheers!