Confessions of a Fugitive Mind
January 16, 2003
We Could Make Bee-utiful Music Together
Maybe not. I got my bassoon out today for about the first time in two years. I wasn't very good. The first ten minutes were reminiscent of a moose in heat. After that it got a little better - I'd compare it to a sick goose. Actually, by the end when I thought my lips were going to fall off, it started to sound half-way decent. I found some music that I really recognized and dove in. My fingers and style are coming back quickly, but I think it will take a few more weeks of steady practice for my embouchure to catch up. If I really try, I can find respectable tone, but I can't control it well for long. I sound like a bassoonist without any sense of pitch - except that I hear all those notes that run flat or sharp because of instrument tendancies or inadequate support. We made it through nearly 45 minutes of practice though. I say we because Dan also had to suffer through it. At this rate the Weber Concerto could be ready for an early spring sufficiency recital.
Posted by criminal at January 16, 2003 07:39 PM