Did I mention that I love my lessons? Well, if I didn't, let me mention it now. I had a wonderful lesson. Jack says he thinks my playing just took a big shift; he asked me if I felt that way, too, and I do. I played well. I think it is because I have been listening to myself better. I wonder if it has anything to do with moving my playing into the kitchen where I can hear myself better. Or, maybe, slowing down a little in order to focus myself - on my legato, on playing in time, on listening, listening.
To Do:
I need to not try my notes before starting out, but to just boldly go where none have gone before and play the first note as if it will be coming out perfectly, to play as if I am the best trombone player in the world and my notes will be pure and beautiful.
Jack gave me some ideas about my troublesome G, that I will work with, though I played it pretty decently in the lesson when I worked on my octaves.
I also need to start working on my vibrato when I work on my scales.
That was just one good lesson. Meanwhile the snow is dumping down as if it must meet the weatherman's prediction of 12 to 20 inches. I actually took a cab to and from my lesson.
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