blog life 2012

even after years of playing the oboe, i'm always surprised when i make it through a performance without dying of fright. 

fear and trembling is basically just abrahamic fan fiction. 

i don't have enough armpits to keep my oboe warm on a day like today

today my student squeezed the bottom half of her oboe between her legs to try to get her reed out and i had to stop myself from popping her on the nose like a bad dog. 

the only time i get nervous in a masterclass is when the guest artist is hot

i was worried that i wouldn't have the lip strength to play all the way through shostakovich five, but there are enough freaking rests in the first movement alone to roll and smoke a joint. 

if the religious right is correct and gay marriage leads to people marrying animals or inanimate objects, i'm definitely marrying the english horn