One time at Band Camp. . . .
01-Oct-02
So I joined the Santa Cruz City Band this evening. Mondays, 7:30-9:30 PM. I play Bass Clarinet, and there’s one other bass clarinet player in the band, and a second one who doubles on bari sax (and it sounds like she’s planning to play bari this season). Rehearsals started a couple of weeks ago, so I’m not too far behind by coming in now, at least.
I have no idea when the concert is. We’re playing a few pieces I’m not familiar with. So today I really challenged myself by:
- picking up the bass clarinet for the first time in about 3 years
- sight-reading
And I discovered that I had forgotten some things that are really important– like how to finger certain notes. I’ve played since I was 12, for crying out loud– it’s like riding a bike, you know. At least I know that, as long as I practice even a little bit in the next week, I’ll be able to play most of the music for next week’s rehearsal.
Also took Hammer to the dog park again today. He obliged me by limping the entire time we were there, making me look like the World’s Worst Dog Mom. Grumbl grumble grumble. And we’re talking about a limp that is basically because his feet are tender (from spending most of their time on carpet), and one paw still recovering from whatever we pulled out of it 2 weeks ago.
So, we’ll just persist in taking him to the park for short jaunts, gradually increasing the length and intensity, until his pads toughen up a bit. Sigh.