So I'm officially a freelance musician.
I am playing in Theatre Macon's production of 1776 as Reed III: Oboe, English Horn (transposed to oboe), and Clarinet. I'm also getting paid for it. If you do the math, it's actually a little under minimum wage...but I'm getting paid. To do something I love. This is excellent!
The first night went off with only two minor disasters on my end. First, the cork on the top joint of my clarinet came off, and unsurprisingly, this makes the clarinet STOP WORKING. In the least legitimate fix of all time, it is currently attached with Elmer's Glue until I can take it into the shop to get it fixed. Second, my shoe and the side of the stage got into a fight. Guess who won? Hint: not me. I hit the side of my knee--the muscle that holds on the kneecap--on the corner of the stage. After limping to the kitchen, I iced my knee for Act Two. Luckily, today I can walk on it with little pain. Stairs, however, are another story.
Well, it wouldn't be theatre if something disastrous didn't happen.
The music for the show is FANTASTIC. The more I hear it, the more I love it. There are many parts in the show that, on first read, come off as "wait, does he really want that?" But the way the pit supports the vocalists and some of these chord progressions...so beautiful, despite horrendous amounts of flats. I wish I could describe the incredible rush I get from performance in general, but there's something about pit...it's thrilling, being a part of a show...having such an important role as both an accompanist and a soloist. It's such a great high.
In other news, I am making a new blog, Birthmother in the Back Room. Those of you who know me know that I'm adopted. For nineteen years of my life, I had no contact with the woman who carried me...until today. I'm meeting her in early August, and today I got the chance to talk to her on the phone. It's strange and wonderful and overwhelming and definitely one of those things that people like to call "a journey" or some other cheesy thing like that. This blog is for the benefit of me making sense of my brain.
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