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I keep being gently surprised by what hard work it is to play the horn, and then laughing at myself gently, because I have now been at this for nearly fifteen years (give or take a several-year break when I first moved to London), and you might've thought I'd have learned by now, but -- there we go.

In slightly more detail: I keep noticing halfway through an exercise that I was focussing so hard on one of my facial muscles or my abdominal muscles that I'd forgotten about the other set. Increased facial strength is paying off in terms of achieving the same range with less pressure and consequently greater flexibility (and better tone!), which is a lengthy way of saying "gosh but I'm spending a lot of time paying very close attention to about a one-inch-diameter area of my face".

And, finally, having girded my loins (as it were) in preparation for actually doing some staccato drill work (which sounded less bad than I'd expected) -- I was abruptly extremely glad I hadn't done any Pilates recently. In theory it's because I'm giving the ankle a bit more of a chance to recover; in practice, it turns out to be Extremely Musically Useful, at least at this stage in my development!

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Apr. 8th, 2020 11:20 pm
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  • Pootling along with Response To Reviewers. I'm quoting them extensively, but I'm still a little facepalm that my document is already up to 2.5k words (plus two figures, plus a table). Plan of attack: make a first pass of changes to the main text per Reviewer 2 tomorrow; tidy up the Response To Reviewers (and maybe tackle Reviewer 3's notes, which are fairly brief) on Friday; circulate to co-authors for comment by the end of the week. Science science science.
  • Gosh but it's much quieter out. CoVID-19 )
  • Continue enjoying messing about with the horn. My embouchure is much more secure; I'm getting a much better tone out at the top of my range, and to my astonishment actually managed some pretty clean (if not terribly smooth) three-octave slurs this evening. I'm getting about 15 minutes in and finding that I have to start really concentrating on keeping the corners of my mouth appropriately flexed or it all starts going to hell, but definitely something. For today's practice I trialled not letting myself repeat any one legato exercise more than three times (mostly), and it worked well; I'd been allowing myself to get bogged down and frustrated in aiming for Perfect Accuracy, while getting more and more tired and less and less likely to achieve it, resulting in less variety and more disgruntlement. This is an Improvement and I'm going to keep it.
  • PLANTS. There are so many plants. The cherry blossom on my tree's coming out. I've potted up Several (but not, by any stretch, All) of the tomatoes, and one chilli. I need to take photos for you all.
  • <3
kaberett: Trans symbol with Swiss Army knife tools at other positions around the central circle. (Default)
Specifically: I hit this point in term and I'm actually, like, halfway competent at the horn! I hit most of the right notes most of the time on the first attempt! I start getting to think about how to sound more musical!

... and then we play the concert (I am currently at home getting dinner and changed between rehearsal and gig) and I get overwhelmed by something else and don't touch the horn again 'til next term, even though playing makes me feel better (for a variety of reasons, via a variety of mechanisms).

Nice bits today: I finally managed to (approximately) play a phrase I'd been having trouble with all term in about the right place, at about the right speed, with about the right notes, so I'll have done that at least once in context by the time this is all over bar the shouting (hey, Alex, that was five minutes' dedicated practice, it makes a difference and you enjoy it, <3); and, yesterday, my first turned to me after we'd played through a movement of the Débussy and said "... can you play that bar?"

Because, see, it's a relatively straightforward movement! It didn't need a lot of work doing! I think we'd played it through once or maybe twice before near the beginning of term? So at that point, the fact that we'd both flubbed it hadn't been particularly concerning, what with it being relatively fast semiquavers that were over relatively quickly.

Yesterday, however, we had a Dawning Horror.

We came to the conclusion that whoever had orchestrated the piece (it was originally a piano piece, as I understand things) had never picked up a horn in their life, so had written something that was absolutely fine for e.g. the bassoons but unambiguously an absolute pig to play on the horn. We spent some time staring at it, and got nowhere.

This afternoon I worked out a playable fingering.

It took my first a few goes to realise what I was suggesting, but now all of a sudden we can both approximately play this single sodding bar.

And it was very satisfying.
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my moisturiser is now scented with black pepper, vanilla and bergamot. I - I have no idea if this was wise BUT WEVS :D

suggestions for scent combination for next bottle welcomed, especially on the back of a postcard ;)


Meanwhile I have nearly finished Lewis Wolpert's Malignant Sadness - the anatomy of depression, and will shortly be diving into Overcoming Depression (on the recommendation of my counsellor).

& I went to a lovely concert tonight with my mother, and I am so delighted I am a horn player, because it meant that when the poor soloist completely flubbed the Weber horn concerto he was playing (on Naturhorn, the brave sod) I could firstly hear the music through the misery, and secondly tell what was wrong with him. The poor lamb spent pretty much the entire piece making the sad mouthshapes that horn players do when their lip is about to give, because of exhaustion or because of anxiety; he very, very obviously had been absolutely fantastic in every single rehearsal, and was feeling awful about the mess he was making of it, but he struggled bravely on and mostly I wanted to give him a hug. (He split easy notes all over the place, and runs were muddy, but all the terrifying sections - the exposed high notes, the fanfares - were spot on. Poor, poor man.) It opened with Bach and closed with Mozart and there was also a fantastic concerto for double bass and viola in the middle. Great fun, apart from collapsing in pain halfway through, but I was nonetheless cheered by the fact that the horn section clearly had fantastic rapport, and one of them had an awesome wheelchair.

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