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The flute player quit. She sent her resignation in on Tuesday. We all stared at it in disbelief. It was... a good thing, really, considering she was practically nothing but blatent hostility over the last few months, but it was so unexpected. On Wednesday, our french horn player sent in her resignation via email. Still no word from our oboe player and we were scheduled to rehearse on Friday. The bassoon player's response was similar to mine: Holy crap. What do we say? What do we do? I chose silence as the best and safest option.
By Wednesday night/Thursday morning, I felt the quintet had imploded. I'd have no musical outlet (other than the clarinet quartet gig in June and Midsummer Musical Retreat in August) until orchestra started back up in September. It was... a very depressing thought. And the feeling kinda surprised me. I haven't been back into music so long that it should be terribly riveting, but there you have it. The idea of a summer without music was *extremely* bleak to me.
Then the oboe player sent a message on Thursday night. She'd found a flute player and a horn player. We could meet at her house on Friday evening, get together and play. I knew the horn player and knew he was good - that sounded like fun.
Last night we rehearsed. Before I trekked out to Hillsboro, I grabbed the music from the old horn player and found out exactly how bitter the flute player is. Though her resignation letter was .. cordial .. she apparently is very angry and bitter and spiteful towards us. It made me snicker, but I just went on to rehearsal, looking forward to what our oboe player had in store for us. Oh my GOD. The new horn player is beyond good. He was AMAZING. And the new flute player was bemoaning her sight reading skills. But she was excellent! We played some music the bassoon, oboe and I knew already, and even we were caught with such surprise at how .... wonderfully ... we balanced, and how *gorgeous* everything sounded (ESPECIALLY THE HORN!!) that we missed notes, screwed up rhythms, got lost, etc. It was amusing. And amazing.
I left rehearsal last night completely energized - excited and happy to be a part of something so wonderful again. There was no stress. There was no hostility. Everyone was laughing. We played good music. CHALLENGING music. And we played it well.
I'm looking forward to quintet again. I haven't felt this way in probably a good year. Eeeeee!
By Wednesday night/Thursday morning, I felt the quintet had imploded. I'd have no musical outlet (other than the clarinet quartet gig in June and Midsummer Musical Retreat in August) until orchestra started back up in September. It was... a very depressing thought. And the feeling kinda surprised me. I haven't been back into music so long that it should be terribly riveting, but there you have it. The idea of a summer without music was *extremely* bleak to me.
Then the oboe player sent a message on Thursday night. She'd found a flute player and a horn player. We could meet at her house on Friday evening, get together and play. I knew the horn player and knew he was good - that sounded like fun.
Last night we rehearsed. Before I trekked out to Hillsboro, I grabbed the music from the old horn player and found out exactly how bitter the flute player is. Though her resignation letter was .. cordial .. she apparently is very angry and bitter and spiteful towards us. It made me snicker, but I just went on to rehearsal, looking forward to what our oboe player had in store for us. Oh my GOD. The new horn player is beyond good. He was AMAZING. And the new flute player was bemoaning her sight reading skills. But she was excellent! We played some music the bassoon, oboe and I knew already, and even we were caught with such surprise at how .... wonderfully ... we balanced, and how *gorgeous* everything sounded (ESPECIALLY THE HORN!!) that we missed notes, screwed up rhythms, got lost, etc. It was amusing. And amazing.
I left rehearsal last night completely energized - excited and happy to be a part of something so wonderful again. There was no stress. There was no hostility. Everyone was laughing. We played good music. CHALLENGING music. And we played it well.
I'm looking forward to quintet again. I haven't felt this way in probably a good year. Eeeeee!