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Wednesday, April 13, 2005 Fluting and Rambling After neglecting my flute for months--I don't think I've played since December--I surprised my roommates tonight by practicing for an hour. ("I didn't know you played the flute!" remarked Sasha. Sigh. And once upon a time I planned to make a career out of classical music.) Or perhaps more accurately, I tried their patience by practicing for an hour--there was a time when I could feel a difference in my playing when I didn't practice for a day, but these days my embouchure is shot and I crack notes all over the place. But I was gratified that most of the sounds coming from my instrument were decent, and by the end of an hour the notes were smoother, even if my lips were rather tired. And I realized that I miss playing. There's something different about playing a wind instrument as opposed to a piano or guitar, something about how you breathe, how the metal resonates. (If you ever get a chance, talk to a double bassist about that--their instruments resonate throughout their entire bodies.) It's interesting to think about how one person can form disparate connections with various musical instruments, even playing them for years. The flute was always my technical instrument, the one in which long strings of fast notes required relatively little effort, as opposed to the piano, which has always been my emotional one (most pianists are highly technical creatures, studying theory from the beginning--but technique was always my bane). I've heard of renowned musicians bored with their first instrument, what ever it was that their parents encouraged them to try at an early age, and suddenly blossoming on another, the one that made them famous. Alright, it's late and I'm done rambling for today. Check out the new photos and let me know what you think. ^ Top | 1:28 AM | | | 
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