Trumpet inspiration hits as the leaves change; I find myself sitting at my desk listening to Philip Glass with a lukewarm cup of coffee and jittery thoughts to write down (mostly as reminders to myself). Disclaimer: the following paragraphs may be self-explanatory, apologies in advance.
I remember it clearly - I had just finished playing in an online masterclass, and on that day things didn't go particularly well despite a great deal of preparation on my part. I was disappointed, frustrated with myself for not showcasing what I know I can do, and generally not feeling great. I later spoke to a colleague of...
Bob and I, following an Erie Junior Philharmonic concert - the smiles tell me that I must have played okay that day
