Woo-Hoo!

[thisnewday]

Got my little Stagg pocket B-flat trumpet out for the first time since the dental and abdominal surgeries seemed to have well and fully healed and it was, well, not amazing in terms of performance, lol, but fun, interesting, quite exciting, even, just to have done it.

So I wiped her down a bit, oiled the valves, checked the tuning slide, and went looking in my computer files for the Brian Hayes lip buzzing exercises and then the more extended series of lessons I'd been using all those months ago. You know, before the surgeries.

And even though it'd been many months since I'd last practiced them, it really wasn't like I was starting all over again. At least not like when I first got the Stagg.

I seem to remember where the notes are, seem able to hit them on key with the video clips. Not like before when I was totally lost and, when I finally found the note, couldn't sustain it.

So tomorrow, I'm gonna do this again in the AM, right after breakfast and my oral hygiene and, lol, putting my dentures in, hopefully making it part of my daily routine.

Which I'm gonna need, now that the weather seems to be closing in and the bike will likely be ridden indoors more often than not and the political storm clouds continue to gather as well on the horizon.

My best to everyone...

LPK
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9.29.2020 

Comments

[halfmoon_mollie1]

I have a guitar. It'd a Walden, I call her Henry (and maybe YOU will get that.) When I lived at Harborside,I used to play and actually didn't stink. Then, Mom died and I moved back to the house and then Dad died and..,I never even got her out when I was living in the drippy apartment on Oswego Street. I don't get invited to jams any more and quite honestly I haven't practiced - or for that matter played - in an age. I know it's the way to get to Carnegie Hall...but guitar music isn't so much fun by yourself.

[thisnewday]

Hahaha, yup, my first thought, as soon as I saw "Walden" was better not get 'er wet. As in the pond, YOU know, lol.

I do remember a lot of entries about the café that you guys played at and how it felt like the heart of a very creative life you'd found for yourself after Night Writers and Writer's Row.

I also remember when your whole life turned to the care of your parents and, after they passed, the settling of their estates. Very difficult and all-consuming times, I know.

To be honest, I'm not quite sure why I picked up the horn again, after all the years. Some kind of a sub-conscious bucket list thing, maybe.

And maybe, for that reason, I don't have any particular expectations around it, socially.

Although, let me take that back, I did have a plan to put on a recital for the three granddaughters that I'd moved out of the city to be closer to--you know, the ones who now live in Florida.

Anyway, I was gonna hand out programs at the door--wearing a shirt that said "Excuse Me, I Tooted"--and then do a couple of kids pieces and maybe a pop number or two.

But you, on the other hand, have every right to those expectations, given where you've been and what you've done with music in the past.

Maybe you should look at it like Kevin Costner's character in "Field of Dreams" where he was told, "if you build it, they will come?"

Maybe if you start up again with the guitar, with music, you'll find out there are folks just waiting to be part of your dream.

Anyway, that's what I'd wish for you on this dreary, rainy fall afternoon...