You've heard (or used) that excuse before, haven't you?
When someone didn't turn in some homework?
Well, I'm going to take that excuse to a new level: My dog ate my REEDS!
I'm an amateur bass clarinet player, and a professional music lover. I
don't make money loving music; in fact, I spend a fair amount in pursuit of
musical highs. But, man alive, the emotional workout that I get when
immersing myself in music that moves me... That's payment enough, believe
me. (I know you know what I mean -- that's why you're spending time at this
MC Web site!)
But back to my dog... She has cabin fever, like the rest of us in the
frigid Minnesota northland. That's motive for sure. As for means, her long
terrier snout and sharp teeth are, apparently, more than enough. And
opportunity -- I only have myself to blame. I had practiced my horn for a
while, then left it on its stand, planning to come back to it later that
evening. I didn't get back to it that day, so the next morning I took the
time to remove the reed and put it in its reed case. Then I put the reed
case in the deep accessory compartment in my BC case, and left the case
open, on a whim, (and on the floor).
When I got home from work, there was a reed case under the dining room
table, with suspicious teeth marks on it (and on the bases of the reeds it
contained). Two more reed cases upstairs had the same telltale marks. Now,
my dog does not (did not) chew things inappropriately. But perhaps the
saliva residue attracted her; I don't know.
I do know that she was in the doghouse, and I was in the dumps. I felt
violated. Music is my passion; my BC is my favorite musical partner (on the
production side). And much as I love my dog, I'm not a fan of doggie
slobber.
I'll get over it. And I'll get some more reeds (Alexander Superial
Classique tenor sax 2-1/2 reeds, to be precise). But I'll never get over my
music fever, or my bass clarinet fetish. (Isn't it just gorgeous?) And I'll get back to that practice
session that I never finished.
I'll also get back to you, with more musical musings. Because I just can't
stop.
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