Ancient History


This morning I practiced.  It was my first time in more than…16 years or something like that.  I’m amazed at what I remember.  I played some Weissenborn and my favorite scale.  I did remember that scale. 

I puzzled over a fingering chart I found on the internet. 

I need more scales to play because I don’t remember them.  And I wish to apologize to my neighbors, but I don’t know if I will.  

The smell of cork grease, the sound of spit in the bocal, the feeling of doing something different and meaningful and good with my body.  The sound of making sound.

By Laura-Marie

Good at listening to the noise until it makes sense.

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