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Discussion in 'Trumpet Discussion' started by B15M, Aug 1, 2006.
I almost forgot: She must be single!
we had a sub-conductor at a community band I was playing in and that night I was the only 1st trumpet. we had a full section and a full band except for the 1st part and the conductor kept telling me I was way to loud. I kept playing softer and softer but he still complained so when we started up again for about the 4th or 5th time I didn't even play, just held up the horn.
After about 10 measures he stopped and said if you can't play any softer maybe I need to switch instruments, I told him I wasn't even playing and he said to cut the crap he knew what he heard and I was still to loud. After the 2nds told him I wasn't playing he told them to stop sticking up for me and for me to tone it down. needless to say the rest of the rehearsal wasn't to pleasant for me. by the way he has a doctor in music and plays the clarinet. we have since become friends and get along, he probably just had a bad night. Dave
Reminds me of a rehearsal with our 40+ piece church orchestra and 150+ voice choir. The conductor kept telling the trumpet section that we were too loud on a section the choir was singing. We stopped 3 or 4 times and were told to play even more quiet each time. The next time through we just pretended to play and he stopped and said "Good - now that's what I wanted!"
LEAD TRUMPET (to 2nd Alto on break): "so who did you study improvisation with?"
2ND ALTO: [gives name]
LEAD TRUMPET: "You should ask for a refund"
or the famous line: "hey kid, you've got a perfect ear.......no hole in it!"
Priceless !!! I need to remember this one.
Same thing has happened to me. YEARS AGO in college orchestra we were were playing some symphony I don't recall now. It had a brass section marked fff. The conductor kept telling us we were too loud. We played softer and softer. Still too loud. One of the trumpets had a little plastic turtle holding a trumpet in his case. The last time through, we put the turtle on the stand and let him cover all the trumpet parts. The conductor said it was the best we ever sounded. (hey, I guess this qualifys as an unintentionally mean comment?)
What really stuck forever in my mind...was a very brutle but honest comment and recommendation from my beloved Dean of Music who also played piano and led our Oregon coast summer dance band.
After blowin' and TRAIN-WRECKIN' a solo part on that ever infamous old hit tune from 1957 "My Cherry's Pink and my A--hole is blossom white" Donald leaned over to the Mic, snyled' and I quote:
Those that do--DO, DON!!! and those that DON'T "TEACH!" And after what I just heard. I HIGHLY RECOMMEND THAT YOU TEACH!
Everyone, including me...laughed! But that comment STUCK TO MY BRAIN LIKE GLUE, until this very morning over 49 years---
GAD'S THAT IS REALLY DATING MYSELF!
The meanest comment ever made was at a solo festival in about 1985 when I had a special education student attend the festival. I was proud of the student for making remarkable progress and he could actually play a very easy solo from beginning to end with all correct notes and counting, and he actually made some effort to play dynamics. He had done well considering his level of learning, and he had only been playing about 18 months. I was proud of him for his effort.
Something I had not counted on that day was the nerves that a special ed student would have. He got so nervous he cried, and of course, he killed the solo (or better said, it killed him). I felt so bad -- he had worked sooooo hard.
The judge called him up and said to him;
"Son, you're a big boy! Why don't you sell that horn and join the football team."
I actually cried with him in the hall. I had never been so hurt in my life.
I didn't say a word to that teacher, and have never spoken to him since that day.
Whern I was a sophomore in high school (a private school near St. Louis) I was playing in a brass quintet. Our school was too small to have a band program, so we had to scramble what we could. This "teacher" who played some trombone was assigned to help us out. He ran the quintet and played as well. He wasn't a serious musician by any stretch of the imagnination.
Well, we were asked to play for a formal ceremony of some sort (I've put this out so much that I don't remember if it was graduation or not). Well, the idiot "band leader-trombone holder" had been rehearsing our processional piece at a specific tempo. I was probably the only one who was really serious about music, so I'd learned my parts. Well, the "semi-conductor" counted the peice off at a randomly faster tempo that we had rehearsed! I mean it was random - "1-2-3-4" and then we were just supposed to come in at the originally rehearsed tempo. Nobody understood what he was doing. When one counts off "1-2-3-4" like that, we tried to take the tempo he indicated by counting off. It seemed a good idea at the time, except the piece sounded silly like that. He then yelled at us and tried to pull it back together on the fly. We eventully did home in on it, but it was a train wreck at the beginning. The bastard then blamed the kids for the screw up. I am my own worst critic and will be the first one to step up and take responsibility when I mess up, but I hate getting blamed for someone elses screw up. In fact, it was that moment that had made me "difficult to deal with" if someone else tries to lay thier mistakes at my feet. However, this is just the set up! It gets worse.
After we finished the processional, the headmaster of the school announced for all to hear "That was a travisty - an embarassement!" He continued muttering under his breath as things settled down.
We were KIDS for cryng out loud! I was 15. I was so hurt as many of my friends were there. I sat there with my eyes closed trying to be cool, but I know a tear rolled down my cheek. I came within inces of walking out and never touching the horn again. I had to endure years of stage fright after that, incident, but I think my decision to continue was hardened by that moment.
It might not be the meanest comment, but I still get steamed when I think about it. In fact, I think I need to go for a workout right now, BEFORE I start my practice today!
Peace - I MEAN IT!!!!!!!!!!
I believe the crack about the cellist was from Sir Beecham...