Nothing is better than being in a room with eight great musicians for hours on end. I want to always be bathed in music like I was today. I just wish I wasn’t in so much pain. I’m afraid my wrists won’t be in good shape in time for Thursday.
It’s nights like these when I wish I had a thimble.
Off to change my strings! I’m so so so excited to play for so many people I care about tomorrow, some for the first time ever and some for the first time in a long while. Everything is so good.
Marotte: Voilà un laquais, qui demande si vous êtes au logis, et dit que son maître vous veut venir voir. Magdelon: Apprenez, sotte, à vous énoncer moins vulgairement. Dites: « Voilà un nécessaire qui demande si vous êtes en commodité d’être visibles. » - Molière , “Les Précieuses Ridicules”
Also, B is making a pillow fort on my couch right now. I can’t see him at all.
You okay? Promise? I’m happier than I’ve been in a long time.
Leave me there forever, with that saxophone moaning slightly to my left, my loves and their strings swaying slightly to my right, and impromptu lighting draped over our backs. In that moment, I let go for a minute and felt weightless for once. I could stay for an eternity, soft voices lulling me to sleep. Only one thing was missing.
I hate this silence.