wow…
I love this Contrabass Bone. Made with a bass bone slide and a Baritone body for the bell section, it has three valves hand made by Robb Stewart. I believe this was done in the late 70’s. One day i’m gonna make stuff like this!
My Hn White 1936 Alto Horn.
Was doing some research and discovered that this particular Horn of mine is actually a pretty rare bird! This particular horn was produced from 1936 up until the start of WWII. Just wanted to share a little bit of my collection with you people.
I’ll post a video in the next few days of me attempting to play it. I’m a Tuba player by profession, but it doesn’t mean I can’t try right?
Mediocrity.
Today was definitely a life examining event. Played bagpipes at a funeral service, and then followed that up by watching “a tribute It Ryan Dunn”. It made me think: if I were gone tomorrow, would I be happy with what I’ve done?
Yes and no.
I’ve accomplished a lot in my short time here. I’ve made a name for myself in Sacramento as a tuba player and musician that wont turn down the chance to get my name out there. But what I’m not happy about, is that for the hard work I’ve done, I really haven’t done as much as I would like. For some reason I have allowed myself to thrive on mediocrity, only doing just enough to get by. That’s a terrible way to do things. I’m going to be getting a baritone this week in the hopes to improve my musicality, and range on tuba. But instead of just playing it in a community band like I originally figured I would, I’m going to actually strive for a goal. I’m going to master something dammit.
I also need to start doing music FOR ME. I’ve always followed other’s intentions for my abilities. No more. I will never be happy with my own abilities if I allow myself to not meet my OWN expectations!
And finally, I can’t be happy with myself, when I have allowed my own family to hold me back. When I play music, I do it for my family, to bring them together and listen to what my brother and I have put together. But when its just me, nobody seems to truly care. Its this act, of pushing me off to the side, that has made me push aside my own drive.
Tomorrow is a new day. A day that will start a period in my life in which I do things for myself. So That when my time comes, I can truly be proud of myself and not think “I could’ve done it better”.
“Every day is one day closer to the end of our pilgrimage. Some journeys are long, some are short. We will only know it is over when we get there.”
![fuckyeahbandbuffalo:
[Top Text: “gurgly tone, empties spit valve, nothing comes out…”
Bottom Text: “shit it’s me.”]](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ly8bk9a4Pm1qkghnjo1_400.jpg)
[Top Text: “gurgly tone, empties spit valve, nothing comes out…”
Bottom Text: “shit it’s me.”]
“Blastissimo” is what happens when we see the occasional “ffff” in our music. Our section leader just likes to play loudly.
Thoughts
So I’m sitting at the optometrist’s office and figured “hey! Before I go blind ill do some writing!” So here I am, just waiting for the world around me to fuzz out of my vision. Where letters will become blobs of black and definitive lines blend together like a tacky sweater on a middle aged man running a children’s show.
But I digress,
I’ve got some big stuff coming up! Life willing as always. I got back in touch with like, the most amazing person ever, and it seems a change of scenery might be in store, along with… a job?! Shhh you didn’t here that from me. But ill keep ya’s posted ;D
