swoosh.
Three hour rehersal in the morning, 1 hour rehersal before the concert, then a huge amount of playing. My lips are actually raw. By the last page of the Kalinnikov I felt like I was going to pass out. I made it though. What a fun concert - so many beautiful solos. The more I play the english horn the more I love it - I can't wait till rehersal tomorrow, it'll be the first one for the guitar concerto in which I have one of the most beautiful english horn solos in the repetoire. Glee.
When I talked to Steve, the conductor, afterwards, I mentioned that it was nice to play with them again, and he gave me a funny look - turns out he hadn't recognised me, and his somewhat embarrassed reply was you're a different oboist now. heh. I'd hope so. Overal a great night, followed by tea and rice crispy squares. Now time to finish reading my raunchy Roman play. Yay.