Time to get back on the horse
Something inspired me to blow the dust off of my trombone this evening and to practice. It was a wonderful reunification that lasted almost a whole 10 minutes, when my upper lip swelled up.
Pathetic, I know. Deep in my heart, I knew that I would not be a disciplined trombonist once I left school, probably due to the fact that I never really was a disciplined trombonist when I was in school, but at least I had commitments that kept the horn on my face. I never meant for it to come to this, honestly.
I pray that the trombone gods will forgive me.
1 comment:
Well I hope for your sake you spent that 10 minutes playing Final Countdown or Sir Duke or something awesome like that instead of scales and chorales. Rock out with your bone out.
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