A while back, when I visited him in college, I promised my friend that I would give him a mini-concert with something I had prepared. I had doubted that we would have time, but as it happened, we did. I promised again that next time I saw him I would play for him.
Since he was home for Thanksgiving, we decided to get together yesterday, and I took him with my family to get our Christmas tree. A new experience for him, I think, with him being Jewish. Afterward, he wasted no time in making me take out my oboe and give him a concert. (I did; I'll be honest, it was terrible. I apologize if he's reading this.)
My double case was sitting out, with my English horn in it. He picked up the top two pieces, and after a minute of confusion, started to fit them together. While he was attempting to put on the bell, he did what a lot of oboists (and I would assume clarinetists, as it's basically the same thing) do: use your hip or pelvic bone as a sort of "floor" to press the pieces against to more easily put them together.
Except, it wasn't quite his pelvic bone that he was using. I can sum it up with what he said: "I am slowly destroying my children." As is typical, I was quite literally rolling around laughing.
I don't think he found it as funny as I did.
No comments:
Post a Comment