Saturday, April 25, 2009

"That's my mind talkin'.. it's not saying anything, but it's talking!"



Last night's dreams were filled with unrepentant villains. Two separate dreams, one of which featured a friend's child vomiting on me and another featuring a restauranteur's bassoon-murdering offspring. The second one was apparently a serial bassoon-murderer as part of my dream contained a river of sludge in which at least 3 other bassoons had been mangled, swollen, brutalized, and abandoned and into which my freshly assassinated bassoon had been seemingly plunged. The serial killer was about ten years old and had bent, hacked, stomped on, sawed, and shaved the keys off of my precious, which was required for a very big concert the next day. Not only was the child unrepentant, the purveyor of the establishment was surprised that anyone would be sorry to see a bassoon treated thusly and insisted I leave the premises once she had forwarded the necessary $12,050 in repairs that my bassoon was going to require. No amount of screaming, crying anguish dissuaded either one of them and I couldn't figure out why on earth I had left my bassoon out of its case during dinner in the first place. And the kicker was the final realization that the instant estimate hadn't included my bocal.. where was my bocal?? (And why do I keep having these dreams of losing my bocal?!)

The first dream, of the Vomiting Unrepentant Child, wasn't nearly as interesting or emotional. You pretty much have the gist of it in those three words right there. It is only noteworthy in that it was followed by continued unrepentance, more lack of consideration, and the abject horror of watching the thing that makes up so much of what I am be destroyed by a child.

Very foreboding final sentence. I know it was a dream. I tend to think dreams are my subconscious mind talking things out. I came away thinking my mind has some fixation with Unrepentance. I think I can now also add Bocal Anxiety and Fear of Other People's Children. ;)

Thursday, April 09, 2009

Reedy dreams

I dreamt I received a long, flat wooden box in the mail. Inside the box were parcels and parcels of reed cane in little cloth and plastic covered packages. I needed to cut them out but the procedure was murky and I accidentally cut more than a few in half before discovering that I was doing it wrong. BUT, there were TONS of pieces of cane, little wooden tools, and even some oboe cane. It was BEAUTIFUL! Some were from rigotti, some rieger, a few albion (blech) and a ton of Medir. Finally, I find the invoice and the entire package is a "Welcome to Medir" package with a price tag of $163! I think in my dream, it was worth it. I had cane coming out of my ears.

I had LOTS of garlic in my dinner last night after attending an English Hornist's DMA lecture recital. AND, I REALLY desperately need to order lots of cane. Thank you subconscious. I get the hint!

Monday, April 06, 2009

And I shall call you "Fluffy"..

For all.. well, zero of you that were quite concerned with what the mystical maids of the bassoon quartet were going to call themselves, the issue was resolved about two weeks ago. We are now the Maderas Bassoon Quartet, courtesy of Jessie's suggestion and Rebecca and Lisa's failure to complain about it. I quite like it. It sounds good and has a little flow to it. It's regional without being southwestern. Or related to cactus. Or mountain ranges. Or animals. During my undergrad at the big bad U, every student ensemble was "Rincon" or "Catalina". Add to all of those fabulous positives the fact that I now have a name and heading under which to file all things bassoon quartet related, and you've got bassoon quartet gold!

We wrapped up public concert no. 2 on Thursday afternoon to a much more satisfying crowd of 30 or so (versus the mom and two kids that came to our rug concert last month) who seemed to enjoy our antics as well as our music. I'll hopefully figure out how to put sound files on here sometime after my solo(ish) recital next Wednesday.

My friend Rebecca (not the bassoonist) was kind enough to share her thoughts about the recital somewhere that I could share it with you! All zero of you! Thanks, Anna, Kevin, Mom, and Rebecca for coming!!!