As I said a couple of articles ago, for my many sins, I am a musician. In 15 minutes I will be on stage playing in a concert. It’s almost an other-worldly experience. Random thoughts wondering through my mind. I know I turned off the iron, because I did my ironing yesterday. But on the 45 drive minute drive to the theatre I was just taking in the landscape and the colours of Autumn, telling myself that “that” would make a nice photo. Capturing the autmnal colours of the trees, seeing those that were in all their warm coloured glory. Wondering if I should use a 50 or the 16-35mm zoom. Well in that very instant the answer wasn’t a problem. I was driving and not taking photos. Michael Ball was on Radio 2 talking about Children in Need and giving praise to those fund raisers that keep the UK going. I was there and yet so far away in my mind.
I was sat down on stage at the correct time, secretly hating all those who were there before me making me seem late. 8 minutes to show time. Thoughts in my mind telling not to screw up such amd such a passage. And thinking that in Mars I start the concert with a bass horn solo. So no pressure then. Once it’s over I’ll be in the action and not thinking anymore. Looking forward to the horn section solo in Jupiter. No need to play too loud, but on the contrary, just be present with a large sound and enjoy the shit out of it!
Time to go and I’ll finish after the concert or maybe at half time. I don’t know yet… You’ll just have to see. It’ll be a surprise.
Well that could have been worse. I mean it wasn’t disastrous, but little details could have made it better. Lack of concentration maybe. It’s a long hard slog after all.
I’m not saying that I feel like death, but…. I tried to die quietly which is all anyone can ask of you. The cold seems to have to descended onto my chest, so thankfully no sneezes but quite a few coughs. Each one on a down beat of course…
Next up is the de Meij Symphony. Let’s hope we give proper tribute to the composer that introduced us to the inner workings of his composition. After that home time, and if I have the energy I might develop some film. I have a backlog of films to get through. Just arrived in the car and the choise seems to be pub, or home…. Decisions, decisions
It ended up being home. See you next time for an other enthralling episode…..