As it's meant to be

This was a big day people! Not really, but for me it was a turning point. I practiced for real. For 45 minutes without giving up because I sound like shit--and I did sound like shit for ever second of it. Even my rests were terrible.

Also, this blog is going to turn into a documentary rather than a book report.

Trombone...
Check. It looks funny here. The washed out lighting makes it look like it's emanating light or something. It is not the holy trombone, it's just mine. I don't think I'll ever name it. A lot of people name their instruments, but I don't know. Maybe someday. I don't plan on ever buying another one so maybe it'd be okay. Anyways, I realized that I should have bought more slide jizz before I left, and I don't have my little water spray bottle! That's a real shame.



Mouthpiece...
Check it out. Beautiful. Clean, shiny, new. It's a big one too. I still don't really know what all the different mouthpiece sizes are. They are different for every instrument too, so you have to just memorize the most common size that are for student models and then you have to just go from there. It's going to be hard being a teacher. I think it'll be fun too though.


Face...
Yep...







(I did take a nicer one than this, but I like this one better. )





Music...
I have a whole binder of things I'm supposed to be able to play. Technical exercises, rochut (that's french so it's "row-shoo"), Dr. N's warm up book, Gillis, and then I also have this:
This is a hard solo that I'm to be working on for my recital next year. I don't expect any of you to go to this recital by the way--it looks like it promises to be a bit disappointing. Anyways, it's a really cool song, and to be honest it isn't really that crazy hard. There isn't any extreme range, there's only a few measures of weird counting, three measures of ad lib, and 8 32nd notes to work out. I just really honestly suck right now so it makes everything hard. But I'll get there. It's easier to practice when there is a goal or some event to work toward, otherwise, who cares?

Oh yeah, like my awesome music stand? Here's the rest of my practice room:
Notice the clothes drying. Really, the sink works quite well. This also gives me reason to wear my glasses. If/when I need to go out to the farther slide positions I have to move away from the sink (my back was against the door a few times it's so small in there) and the light is a joke. So yeah, I can just make use of all the things I've been neglecting.

I've been missing my guitars the last few days. I have a list of songs to learn when I get home (I'm welcoming requests). I really want to be a better guitar player--not just someone who claims to play but who only knows so many chords and can't use a pick correctly. I want to pick up flute again. Actually, really, I just want to be good at everything haha I think I could do it though. I honestly haven't missed playing and it really bothered me, but I guess 6 months is my limit. I do miss playing and I miss being in band. I've always complained about not having those first two normal college years that you're supposed to have before you declare your major. I never got to take random classes that I thought would be interesting. Well, that's what I'm doing now, and I don't like it. I skip class fairly frequently because in the back of my mind I know it really doesn't matter. Half of these classes aren't counting toward my major or my ridiculous minor and my GPA can stand a few flunks. I hate not being something though. It's all very anonymous here, which is fine, which I like actually, but you can be anonymous and also a member of something. At central I am anonymous bass bone girl. Here I'm just anonymous. So anyway, the point I'm not articulating well is that I've had my hiatus, gotten everything I could out of it--perspective, and I'm ready to get back on track and be a musician again.

So, that only took me three months to realize. I don't know what epiphany I'm going to come across in the next four.