Pirates of the Fox Valley
I've had music from the first Pirates of the Caribbean movie in my head the past couple days; I took that as a sign that I should practice for a bit. That particular music was one of the pieces my students performed back in the day, and I was lucky enough to come across a copy of it at camp last year.
It's been a while since I practiced regularly, and today I just wanted to play. I didn't even really warm up, which isn't good, but oh well. I even stuck to band music, not the etudes I usually played while practicing, but after almost 25 years I have plenty of both and could play for hours if I really wanted to. No, today was a band music day, and even flute choir music; it's been ages since I've looked through that. I probably would have kept playing for a solid two hours had my grandfather not called, but honestly I sensed I'd get interrupted by him. He called early for some reason, before he had his lunch, but it was fine. My right hand was starting to get sore and tight. I happened to be playing through a Peer Gynt medley and part of me wanted to play it for him--I'd just started "In the Hall of the Mountain King"--but my hand was more than thankful for the reprieve. I suppose I could just pull it out again later, but really sooner rather than later.
I even put Kirby on the floor by where I was playing. Her little cage has been in my room since the second time the furnace went off, so I set her on that to listen. Usually once she's on there she stays, but she climbed off and was walking around for a bit. Mainly she tried to eat the end of my flute. At the end, when she was back on the little cage, I got in close to her and blew notes at her; at that point she tried to eat the embouchure hole. I keep telling her, that's not food! She has yet to believe me. At least she enjoys my playing.
It's been a while since I practiced regularly, and today I just wanted to play. I didn't even really warm up, which isn't good, but oh well. I even stuck to band music, not the etudes I usually played while practicing, but after almost 25 years I have plenty of both and could play for hours if I really wanted to. No, today was a band music day, and even flute choir music; it's been ages since I've looked through that. I probably would have kept playing for a solid two hours had my grandfather not called, but honestly I sensed I'd get interrupted by him. He called early for some reason, before he had his lunch, but it was fine. My right hand was starting to get sore and tight. I happened to be playing through a Peer Gynt medley and part of me wanted to play it for him--I'd just started "In the Hall of the Mountain King"--but my hand was more than thankful for the reprieve. I suppose I could just pull it out again later, but really sooner rather than later.
I even put Kirby on the floor by where I was playing. Her little cage has been in my room since the second time the furnace went off, so I set her on that to listen. Usually once she's on there she stays, but she climbed off and was walking around for a bit. Mainly she tried to eat the end of my flute. At the end, when she was back on the little cage, I got in close to her and blew notes at her; at that point she tried to eat the embouchure hole. I keep telling her, that's not food! She has yet to believe me. At least she enjoys my playing.