The VK review should be coming up today. Terby has been tormenting me endlessly via e-mail over it. Last night was a streaming video fashion show. She's so mean.
As for oboe playing, I was in a symphonic band. The high point of my 'career' was blowing (as in screwing up because my reed suddenly turned into a paper soda straw) a solo in front of an audience of about two thousand. Then there was the time a pad fell out right before a solo and I had to crawl across the floor under the flute section to retreive it, in front of an audience of about a thousand. But I did make that solo. The craziness of oboe players is well documented. I suspect if you aren't crazy when you take up the oboe, you will be after you play it a few years. It has to do with being a solo instrument (many, many solos and other showcase pieces are written into classical music - Swan Lake, anyone?) that is notoriously unreliable. Either you're crazy enough to think that sounds fun, or it'll make you crazy after a couple tanked solos. My brother-in-law is a professional violinist, and his wife a pro cellist; on the few occasions I've met friends of theirs, they ask if I play an instrument, I say 'oboe' and they treat me cautiously, like I'm at critical mass. For the record, I think it was the tanked solos that made me crazy. I wasn't to begin with. No. Really. Seriously.
Good times.
And for the Goob fans, I saved a few photos while cruising the archives. Think of this as the Goob's greatest hits.
Oh. And if everyone leaves me alone this weekend (figure the odds), I might finish the lace. Then it's back to my father-in-law's Christmas jumper. (I've decided since it's knit with Australian wool, it's a jumper.)
8 comments:
The Goob hasn't change much. She still has the beautiful smile and bright eyes she had as a baby. I can only play the autoharp and that only a little. I haven't pulled it out in a long while. I hate to make my family suffer....
I'm using Firefox 3.0.1, and the sidebar has dropped way way down for me, just lower than halfway down the page.
Are you going to smack me if I say I wasn't really surprised to learn you had played the oboe?
that second one, by the couch, is still one of my favourites. Along with one from early on when she was standing her cot doing much the same sort of expression. Such an expressive little face!
Your girl is so cute. You can even see the beginnings of the curly hair she has now. Her crawling into boxes is a kick in the pants.
Your Vogue Knitting reviews are the best. Looking forward to giggling at your comments.
me-mories... she's such a doll--both then and now! Yeah--but the oboe sounds SO beautiful! (As does the bassoon, I might add:-) When I was in marching band, my friend played the oboe-- I think that should be forbidden by law because it's damned near dangerous.
Just had to let you know I am waiting with bated breath for your VK review. I went and got my copy this morning so I could follow along. Yes, it's the only reason I buy it, and yes, it's worth it. :) I found it less abhorrent than usual, so I can't wait to hear your take on it.
PS. The Goob is so cute!!
Of course it's a jumper - if it doesn't have buttons all the way down the front (oh all right - or a zip - or some sort of split - it's a jumper)
At least you didn't play the viola - or the drums - because then you'd be - you know (whispers) dumb!
And I just read your last 2 VK reviews and almost wet myself laughing - now I'm waiting with bated breath for the next one!
ROFLMAO!
Watch out though - that VK Fatshionistas will come gunning for you one day!
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