Larry's Music = CLOSED. Unceremoniously and without warning. I'm currently investigating every music store in town, as well as all music academies, for options. So far, it seems all of them will require added cost and travel for my families and for me. Larry's Music wasn't exactly nice, but the location was perfect and it allowed me to keep my rates incredibly low. Bassoon is already the most expensive instrument to rent and I think impossible to master without lessons. Renting space from an existing music studio is going to be the best option, but I need to find a place with just the right magical combination of location, cost, and available space.
I suppose I should have seen the writing on the wall when the light switch in the bathroom never got fixed and the owner told his employees to let the phone ring, and ring, and ring. Can't bring in business if nobody answers the phone and the voice mail is full.. for months! Ugh. Very Not Ideal.
In the mean time, if you have any ideas or know anyone with a studio to rent that doesn't mind all levels of bassoonering going on next door, Leave a Comment!
BECAUSE.. JOHNNY DEPP
My daughter said something that got me thinking about blogs today, specifically my own. She and I were having lunch, discussing her probable evening plans with a friend who will be sleeping over. I was shocked to hear she might prefer to watch “The Smurfs” over “Edward Scissorhands”. Now, don’t me get wrong. I do love a good Smurf yarn, but choosing the tiny blue nincompoops over the incomparable Johnny Depp in one of his best roles? WHAT?! To be fair, I have not seen the new Smurfs reboot and she has only seen a teeny portion of One Of the Best Movies Of My Adolescence, but still. She gave some defense of her ridiculous choice that I didn’t listen to and my defense? Because.. Johnny Depp. The ultimate teen chick flick! Just about any Johnny Depp movie (not “Donnie Brasco” and the like though, since it’s about the mafia and mafia = Guy flick) may qualify as a “chick flick” because.. Johnny Depp!
This led to a lamentation on my behalf that I couldn’t conceive of an instance in which I might write “Because, Johnny Depp” on my own blog. My blog is and always has been bassoon-centric (which likely explains the vast readership of two, in all probability also bassoonists). But my dear daughter, with her wonderful sense of humor and her generation whatever’s lack of delineation, countered with, “Why not?”....
malaise, with a side of drama
Last week, I went to a wind quintet performance. About two-thirds of the way through, I started wondering what the point was of this performance. Further, I began wondering what the point was of what I do, my own musical exploration and performances and those of my musician comrades. What’s the point?
"That's my mind talkin'.."
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.
and i shall call you..
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...
Freelance bassoonist and carpenter of the reedy persuasion in Tucson, AZ.
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