tone

My tone surprised me tonight. It was rich and deep. It made me listen to it and pay attention. It made me think about my embouchure and what I might be doing differently to get the tone I have now vs. other times ... as in, yesterday.

Charlie has moved out and I have a new neighbor upstairs. Before I went on my mountain hike tonight, I squeezed in a little practice. I kind of felt it was important to break in the new neighbor with the sound of a trombone downstairs. I don't want him to get the impression that trombone playing is an anomaly in this neighborhood. I did my warmup and worked on my material, then I played some of my simple beautiful pieces. There has to be some benefit to the neighbors and I hope I can play one or two things that sound good through the floors.

I did shut the windows before I practiced, however.

Now I am home from my hike and listening to Pink Martini playing Brazil. Goddamn that trumpet player knocks my socks off.