It was winter, now it's spring
It got humid and my reeds changed
I was tired from driving
The conductor was unclear
I couldn't hear my entrances
I'm not good at playing second oboe
My reeds are all too old or too new
My oboe is out of adjustment
I wasn't warmed up because of not playing the first piece
Dvorak is mean to the second oboe
Every one of those thoughts went through my head during the ten minutes that I was onstage playing the piece I couldn't play, and not one of them was helpful.
Because, ultimately, it was all on me. I couldn't pull it together, I didn't do a good job, and I disappointed myself. Bad concerts happen to everyone, occasionally, but in this case it happened to me and it was no fun at all.
A student came in this week, and told me a sad story about the concert she'd played over the weekend. But unlike the defeated me you saw above, she framed everything in the form of a lesson learned. She shouldn't have had only one …
It got humid and my reeds changed
I was tired from driving
The conductor was unclear
I couldn't hear my entrances
I'm not good at playing second oboe
My reeds are all too old or too new
My oboe is out of adjustment
I wasn't warmed up because of not playing the first piece
Dvorak is mean to the second oboe
Every one of those thoughts went through my head during the ten minutes that I was onstage playing the piece I couldn't play, and not one of them was helpful.
Because, ultimately, it was all on me. I couldn't pull it together, I didn't do a good job, and I disappointed myself. Bad concerts happen to everyone, occasionally, but in this case it happened to me and it was no fun at all.
A student came in this week, and told me a sad story about the concert she'd played over the weekend. But unlike the defeated me you saw above, she framed everything in the form of a lesson learned. She shouldn't have had only one …