How is it possible that on the English Horn, I can go from sounding like a hoarse goose, to a beautiful swan, and back to a strangled goose within a day, using the same reed and the same instrument?
Perhaps its just one of those cases of being consistantly inconsistant.
I’ll be performing Terrence Wong’s Memories this evening on the EH. It’s a beautiful yet dark piece, composed for english horn, tuba and cello. It calls for the kind of tone which invokes the feeling of longing and yearning. Let’s hope it doesn’t turn out to be Nightmares instead…
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On a lighter note, I attended my first Woodwind class of the semester since graduation. This year saw an intake of 5 woodwind majors, 4 of which are males. And they go by the names Jeff, Jeremy, Jeremy and Jeremy, who major in the bassoon, flute, clarinet and oboe respectively. What’s with all the Js Jeremys?
Interesting.