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13 July 2007

Music was my first love

The weekend promises even more rain. This will no doubt make the slugs happy. They certainly have staying power. There can’t be a single plant in the garden that has not been attacked by them in some way or other. By now all local slugs are enormous bloated hulks – the fat cats of the slug world, if you will – competing for what few tasty morsels have managed to remain out of their reach during the deluge of the past 40 days and 40 nights.

I know, I know. I have lost my sense of perspective. It has been raining a lot, that’s true, but we’re safe, our house has not been flooded and ‘trial by slug’ is not exactly torture, is it? Still, it is July and I really want to know where my summer is.

Any frustrated gardening urges will easily be forgotten this weekend, however, as we are paying host to another of our intensive quartet rehearsals. Our horn player’s wedding is a month away so we have only a few short weeks to ensure that we make not only a respectable noise, but a damn fine, stunningly musical one.

Clare and flute a long long time ago

I have done no practice since our last rehearsal so I am planning to make lots of nice food in the hope that everyone will all end up stuffed so silly this weekend they won’t notice my shoddy breath control and disappointing timbre akin to the sound of 1,000 wasps in a paper bag.

It turns out I will now be playing for three weddings this year so I really do need to flex my buccinators and build up a bit of staying power. A good musician makes a wonderful performance seem effortless, but trust me, there’s a whole lot of stamina goes into it.

Seems like I could learn a thing or two from those slugs.

Filed under: Archive photo,Music,Seasons - summer — Clare @ 1:08 pm


2 responses

  1. Mildew

    I was rubbish at the saxophone because my stamina was terrible. That and I didn’t practice enough.

    Happy birthday for yesterday!

    (24.07.07 @ 11:06 am)

  2. Clare

    Hi Mildew. Thanks for the birthday wishes. Shame about the sax – it all comes down to practice in the end! I used to be able to play for 7 or 8 hours a day and my lips would still be lithe and supple. Ah, the days of no responsibilities!

    (27.07.07 @ 4:11 pm)

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