Here is the first Monday morning after the summer soltice out in the Bu.
Picture #2 is a little more interesting, but this one says what it looks like right now, in the 7:30-8:30 AM time lot. Gray, hazy, ill-defined, hard to find the horizon.
Here's #2 BTW. It looks remarkably similar to Monday one week ago.
Don't know about you, but I had a fulfilling, but tiring weekend. My community band played a concert down in Bixby Park in Long Beach yesterday. We did a good job. Our bows were deserved. Kudos fellow band members!
Bassoon |
Pictured here is the instrument I play, the bassoon. In a woodwind section, it is one of the three bass voices, its compadres being the bass clarinet (the Thelonius Monk of the three) and the baritone saxophone (the Ethel Merman; and if you had to pin me down I'd say the bassoon is the Steve Allen of the trio). They all have their special jobs to do and good composers (few and far between) know this. The metal crook that emerges from upper middle right--the bocal--is the tiny pipe on which you affix a double reed.
Bass clarinet |
Bari sax |
Bassoon reed |
You probably never notice the sound of this instrument until someone points it out to you (and to most people, that means never). After you're aware, you will always hear it thereafter. I think this quality describes me, which is why when I first noticed it as an early adolescent, I knew it was something I had to reach for and play if ever given the chance. I hope that you have found something similar in your life that amplifies your voice.
OK, bassoon consciousness lesson is over. If you're more curious, get Thee to YouTube. Time to get to work now. Have a great week.
Love,
Pops
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