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The author practicing the instruments
Learning to play ten orchestral instruments, one right after the other, may come across as a marathon, but it was more like a series of dashes. There was always an impetus impelling each one forward with a certain degree of urgency. With just twelve lessons per instrument there was almost always an eye looking forward toward the impending result, even as I was necessarily immersed in the process that would ultimately lead me there.
The balance between process and results was healthy, and made the journey a fulfilling adventure.
Regular practicing was a must. What started out as a very novel, unusual, separate, purposeful, and scheduled time to set aside each day for music, soon became a rewarding part of my everyday life, which I missed when circumstances made me skip a day.
Mostly, I practiced at home, either in my office cum music studio, or in different rooms in the house, in order to break up the routine.
Occasionally, I played outside: in the yard, on a cabin porch in the mountains, in the Sonoran desert of Arizona, and along a buck fence in Utah.
More than the other instruments, the close connection with the violin makes it feel very much a part of your body.
The tape and dot on the fingerboard helped me stay in tune.
While the clarinet came back to me fairly easily, I later learned that I was making the same technical mistakes I had made decades earlier.
The hardest for me at the beginning, but once I had a decent embouchure and could blow the right column of air, it became a joy.
Serenaded a few jackrabbits with Tchaikovsky in the desert near Tucson, Arizona.
Wish I could have taken the music stand home.
I really had fun playing the oboe. Its bright tone gave back every bit of energy I put in. Even after a so-so practice, I felt good.
A good way to break up a long road trip is to pull over next to a high mountain meadow and play the trombone.
Practicing the trumpet indoors made the whole house resonate. It was thrilling.
I sometimes wished that I had at least five more fingers when playing the bassoon.
It was the most difficult instrument for me.
I started with the bass and it was my first music lesson in sixty-seven years.