Monday,
I belong to the Community Band of Central Texas. CBOCT
Or is it the Central Texas Community Band? CTCB
NOPE. Going with the first name.
We meet in the Salado Middle School Band room On Thursdays from 7 till 9.
We have not had a session since last spring. We start back this coming Thursday. Today, I took out my trumpet and oiled the valves. Boy were they thirsty. I have to go buy some more valve oil soon.
I'm like normal folks. I love to play my horn. I hate to just practice. /Right now I am playing my scales. One octave from C down to low F# in half notes. Then, 2 octaves in quarter notes starting on low F# and up until I embarrass myself with my inability to make the high notes sound. A common problem, Tis.
I rest a tiny bit between each scale. This is to give the old chops (lips) a slight chance to recover between scales. This is another common practice. If you rest a bit, you last longer and progress is made - to some degree. Right now I am going to do my 2 octave Bb scale. High Bb will not be a gorgeous sound. So be it.
Done. The other trumpet players in the band seem to practice more than I. Sure, I have excuses for not practicing. Being 85 and lazy are my two biggest problems. Now, the B natural scale.
That went okay. Interesting to me is that my dogs don't bark when I practice. Why izzat? Ya know they can't like what it does to their ears. Enough rest. Time for the 2 octave C scale. Then I close.
This missage is over (missage? a real word or a missppeelliinngg?
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