beautiful

Today during quintet rehearsal, we played the last movement of the Maslanka, Quinte no. 2. We're not allowed to get too attached to it, because we need professorial permission before we can go ahead and schedule this for our recital, but at least for a moment, we were experiencing beautiful music.

It was a very good oboe day. I practiced the three hours, and I had a good lesson, plus orchestra, and a two hour quintet rehearsal this evening. Maybe life is good because I have a reed, that though leaning a bit flat, it is nice and vibrant and can be brought up in pitch just fine.

Those of us, which to those few who read these musings, who are in the arts field, why are you in these fields? We all know that there isn't much compensation for the blood and tears that are so often spilt. At least monetary compensation. These last few weeks have been a great learning experience. I have realized that, I could make a living doing what I love. And that to do something that you love is worth far more than any paycheck. I don't deny the necesity of making a living, but who needs extravagance, when you fill fulfilled in your job?

As well, I think in some respects, playing the oboe is starting to fall into place - i.e. I'm finally able to express and make possible the sounds that I have been hearing for a long time. Maybe someday I'll actually be a musician. Hoo-Rah.

Please don't mind the warm fuzzy-ness. I'm listening to beautiful music, and one cannot help but be / have a positive outlook on life when that is going on. At least I can't.