I am a happy girl because I dug out my trumpet today and played. It’s been forever since I’ve played regularly. There is this possible big band sorta group I’ll be playing in, so I wanted to get my chops working. I’m going to try to practice a little every day here. I’m not that bad out of shape, but honestly, I could use some music reading practice.
I also played some Christmas songs on my guitar, so that was fun. And “You Were Meant for Me” by Jewel– that is really fun to play and sing. I might memorise that and make it a standard song to play when I dig out my music.
I wish I had some cocaine to rub all over my lips and fingers. (I wouldn’t do that for real.)
Here’s a secret. I secretly want to be a musician. Now it’s not a secret anymore, but that’s okay. It’s a bit too late now to really be a musician in the purest-sense-of-the-word, like of the chamber orchestra variety or whatnot, but maybe I can be one of those 1930s in the street, barely making rent sorta musician. I need a good hat though.
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That sort of thing didn’t just happen in the 30’s. It’s happening today, too. The Boston subway musicians actually make a pretty decent living, though. $25 for a performance pass, and ample underground stations in which to keep warm and play. Most of them are fabulous, but there are a few I would pay so they would STOP playing.
But see, you’d definitely need to work on your coke habit.
No way. Don’t you know that famous trumpet players use cocaine to numb their lips?