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December 15th was the show for the YWCA kids. Before the 15th, I had played some thing at sccc; afterwards, when everyone else was grateful to be done with it, I wanted to keep playing. "Only one or two pieces for the audience? How lame!" So I asked the daycare people down the parking lot if I and a few others could play for the kids. I was given permission, and shown the room I'd be in. But things were changed on me: when I called to confirm that I had people who could do this, I was told it'd be at the main facility (the ywca). Blah blah blah. Show. Wouldn't have happened had I not made the proposal, put the music together, et cetera.
Before that, on the 4th of December with the same group of people, was a choral society thing. We served as an intermission for the singers. Everyone thought we did great. I thought otherwise, but I usually think otherwise. I had printed out business cards for this occasion, and I requested that we all give away at least one during the reception. I found it curious that, during this event, I was the one that behaved the most independently. That is, each of the others, as far as I know, are operating away from their homes and older people, yet they hung around one another during the reception, did not talk much to others, did not view the second half of the singers' concert. I have no faith that anything will come of this if I do not pull hard to make something happen. But will I pull hard? And will the others come along?
There was discussion of a flugelhorn (mostly by me). Currently, the group is two low things, a med-low thing, and a high thing. I thought, "If I get a four-valve flugel, then I could keep my role as a high thing, but could also join the low things as needed or desired." Dillon's, however, tells me they do not have the flugel I want in stock, and it could be four to eight weeks before an order comes in. At least I have enough to get one, now.
Let's see... Stuff. Salinero shindig recently. Saw the Hebrew Hammer. Got to jabber a bit afterwards, when everyone else had left. Christmas eve and day, I got to play at a church in Guilderland. I played beside Josh Greenberg and Mike Banewicz. Also a flute player named Amy, a little violinist, and this other trumpet guy named John (though not all at the same time. Twas always an ensemble of four plus the keyboardist. Also a chorus on christmas eve.) Stuff.
Complaint, though: I find it frustrating when my mother starts to do that thing, where she says, "you should do this," and I say, "no, I'm fine," yet she still acts as if I am going to go by what she decided I needed. And then, as happened today, if I continue to insist I am fine, she'll finally agree to let it be, but only with a drop in energy level, less smiles / cheerfulness to go around, or actually outwardly showing some sort of annoyance or frustration. This bothers me. I am glad this type of situation does not come up too often.
Trumpets. What am I doing, where am I going. Gotta get metaphorically movin'.