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.
I dreamt I received a long, flat wooden box in the mail. Inside the box were...
Freelance bassoonist and carpenter of the reedy persuasion, residing and thriving in Tucson, AZ.
Habits of Musicians
Have Bassoon Will Cook
The Pedantic Bassoonist
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