Went to the Symphony again and this time I had a different experience. Thankfully, “The Slurper” was not in earshot. I hope that she decided to forgo the ribs before the performance.
I did discover a new crush, the first chair oboist. Oh yes, my thing for musicians is still there, but has morphed from guitar players and drummers to… wind instruments. I do not know how it happened, but it did.
The principal oboist is young, cute and, plays beautifully. I realized something-- a classical player has amazing lip and mouth control, is able to follow conductor directions, can gently coax the nuances out of a song until the final crescendo. Etc. All over a long period, and is probably not a drug addict. Think about it—who ever heard of a strung out French horn player? A cellist smashing up the stage or a coked out flutist. Ever hear of a second viola trashing a hotel and waking up in a pool of vomit? No, you have not (yes, I know that Mozart was a bad boy and probably could have done his share of damage if given a hotel bar and a night in Vegas, but for the sake of argument, go with me on this.)
And yet they have still a passion for music and are creative, artistic, and probably have some brains. Eureka! I think I have found an untapped market; young classical musicians!
Ladies prepare your thongs and powered wigs and meet at the stage door after the show. They are doing a Strauss piece and it is heavy on the wind instruments.
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