I had this pretty piano riff in my head when I walked out of songwriter seminar today. I sat down at a piano and recorded it. For some reason, the vocals that I heard in my head just said,“ I love fruit snacks.”
Had a dream last night I was back at Interlochen and I was a cat, and everyone else was a cat, and I could tap dance (like from Aristocats), and I danced with my roommate and all the other people I miss. Then I woke up and it wasn’t real and I got really sad.
I was going to check my trombone at the Manchester Airport. The lady who I was talking to about my trombone was very sympathetic towards my situation (worrying about whether my trombone would be safe). She told me she was a french horn player, and she studied at the Curtis Institute of Music. This is one of the most prestigious music schools in the country. It’s an all scholarship school; if you go there you go for free.
And here she is working at a little airport in New Hampshire. She said,” This is what happens when you’re a female french horn player.” She said she studied with the principal horn player of the Philadelphia Symphony. I took the whole experience as a warning: you better be ready to struggle and work your ass off, because making a living as musician is harder than you could ever imagine, and then some.
The gig last night at KXIO Coffeehouse was great. Good crowd, good music, and the PB&J’s were exquisite. I need to loosen up more when we play. I get nervous and stiff as a board, but besides that it was a solid night.
Rehearsal today was frickin’ awesome. We’re getting so much tighter as a band. And of course, this was our first rehearsal with the Nord, so of course we sounded fantastic compared to usual. It’s going to be so fun playing with these guys. I’m unbelievably psyched. I wish I didn’t have college auditions looming over my head right now, along with schoolwork and all this other crap. All of it just seems like a waste of time in comparison with playing music.