At Abingdon Concert Band we have a real problem finding enough brass. Trumpets and bass instruments are hard enough to find, and horns are next to impossible…
Meanwhile in the ranks of the upper-woodwind we’re breeding (not literally I hasten to add – unless you mean Hilary, in which case yes) like rabbits. Tonight, with the return of Rhonda, and with the addition of Rachel and Sarah, we were up to seven flutes and tapering back into three rows. This could cause a problem for with the next concert programme seeings as it’s hard enough to fit all the flutes and clarinets in one column as it is without making double spacing the other two columns! So tonight, I pretty much stayed on the piccolo parts with Amy. And I do like the picc part to Goff Richards’ Doyen – da da ta taa ta ta! Dah dah dahh dahh daa ta ta…
I would have had a more productive and worthwhile day extracting my own intestine with a blunt hacksaw on a field of excrement.
! That doesn’t seem like the sort of thing you usually say! Must have been a sucky day indeed.