Well, I could hardly say no, though I’m not sure how they will sound on the clarinet. But I’m a bit daunted. I’m okay with accompanying or playing in a group, but I don’t like anything that approaches a performance – not that this is, of course, but it’ll be dead silence apart from me – indeed, I’ll break the silence and if I make the smallest error it will reverberate round the church and … oh blimey. I’d better spend the next fortnight practising like some sort of dedicated musician. Yes, scales and stuff, the lot, sort of thing I don’t usually do because I normally dive straight into Mozart. You know where you are with Mozart.
Right – as ever, it’s just telling the tale that gets it out of my system. Backbone in place again, darlings. As I always say, it’ll be fine.
But oh bugger. If it is, they’ll nobble me every time they can’t find a bugler. And if it isn’t, I think I’ll have to leave the village.
You’ll be fine! x
Good luck!
If they haven’t got an ex-serviceman available, I usually get roped in to read the “They shall not grow old as we that are left grow old”. Not that I mind, but people then assume that I’m a generation or so older than is the case, and anyway I think that it sounds better from someone who was actually there.
I can, in fact, just remember the end of the war; well the celebrations, street parties, an so on, so I suppose it’s fair enough.
Don’t worry. It’s all major arpeggios, no scales.
Our ex-WW2 serviceman died last summer. But we’ve got a Lieutenant Colonel in the village who used to be the Queen’s Crown Equerry, so if he’s free, we’re in business.
It’s just, you know, my great modesty and not liking to be looked at, let alone listened to. No really, stop laughing.
Last year we had a 12-year-old on his trumpet, Tim. I should be able to play as well as him, I suppose. I was only saying scales from the point of view of limbering up a bit. I’ve hardly played for months.
Don’t think about people listening to you and judging. Tell yourself that that is a very selfish point of view.
Just think about all those poor servicemen that everyone should be remembering. Play it for them. You’ll be fine.
Just imagine everyone is naked!
I’m sure you’ll enjoy it. It’s slightly ‘shiver down the spine’ music isn’t it?
AQ, that was how I got over being hopelessly shy and self-conscious. Few people believe it now, but it was such a blight on my young life. And indeed yes. The only thing is, I do focus on those who died or who were maimed, it’s got such meaning for me, so I feel quite emotional at the time and that isn’t conducive to good clarinet playing.
Oh, LZM, you are dreadful!
That’s a bit of the problem, Mig! But I’ll worry enough to process it beforehand and be all right when the time comes.