Oh how the mighty have fallen. For someone who used to be an 1+ soloist at middle school competitions and who was part of state honor band, now, I swear my clarinet playing sounds like a drunk goose. And I should know. I have geese, though they haven’t been drunk that I know of. I can imagine how it would sound.
Though I’m horribly self-conscious about my clarinet playing, due in large part to how bad I think I sound at the moment, I am trying to get back into practice. Well, life happened. Things have been crazy and I’m still working to get into the steady habits that will get me back into playing. But, if I can get up at 6am every morning this week, I bet I can get back on regular practice track.
A bit of technical geekery. I play my old Yamaha clarinet that I played in middle school. It’s in excellent condition, having been overhauled about 10 years ago and stored since then. I prefer a 3 reed and am currently trying several different brands and types of reeds. I’ve got Pares Scales and am working exercise by exercise. Okay, just the first one, starting super slow and then working up to speed, over and over again. But I started. I’ve practiced. And I have a plan.
My goal for this week: To practice four times between now and when I come to you again. (I work in town three days a week and so my time before I go to work and when I come home is spent writing.) I’ll let you know how I do.