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Upcoming TOUR

I leave in a few hours to start my week of soloism. This afternoon I'm going to Chicago to run my Ewazen concerto with Paul one more time, and tomorrow I will perform the whole piece with piano at Lakeview Lutheran Church during the 11am service. I am delighted that the church is willing to host this performance.

I'll come home and teach on Monday, and then on Tuesday I'll drive to Quincy for my first rehearsal with the orchestra there. On Wednesday I'll be in Bloomington, IL, giving a masterclass and a reed seminar to the oboe students at Illinois State University. Thursday I will be in Springfield, giving a masterclass for the oboists from the community and the youth orchestra. This event is open to any woodwind players in the area.

Friday I'll be back in Quincy, speaking and playing for two student groups and a retirement complex and rehearsing that evening. Saturday I will give another masterclass for the oboists in Quincy, and then perform Down a River of Time at 7:30 in the evening. Sunday we drive home.

It's a little bit complex, logistically, because Zoe will be with me, and my mom will be coming along to watch her. But we've gotten as many details organized in advance as we can and we will make it work.

Details:

Sunday, October 26
11AM
Lake View Lutheran Church
835 W. Addison
Chicago, IL

SVYS presents Jennet Ingle in a Oboe Master Class
Free and open to ALL woodwind players
Thursday 9/30/2010
7pm
Hoogland Center for the Arts
420 South Sixth Street
Springfield, IL 62701

Master Class for oboists and those interested in learning more
Saturday, October 2
1:00PM – 2:30PM
Unitarian Church,
1479 Hampshire
Quincy, IL

Ewazen: Down a River of Time
October 2, 2010, 7:30 pm
Quincy Symphony Orchestra,
Morrison Theater
14th and Maine St
Quincy, IL

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