My practice tonight got all disrupted by the remarkable and momentous election of Barack Obama. Woodie brought over a bottle of Mumm's and we celebrated, stunned.
I didn't get to practicing until 9:30, half an hour after my cut-off time, so I played very, very quietly, just slowly up and down the chromatic scale. It reminded me of something Jack talked about when I first started taking lessons with him, about playing a note just under the amount of air needed to create the note. Tonight I felt like I had a sense of the sound before it came, somehow. I also surprised myself at how well my high notes came in, so quiet.
I wondered again at choosing this instrument. It is so hard to make good music with it, sometimes.
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