back from the shop!

my long-time lover and bass clarinet, André, went into the shop today. just for a few things, nothing too major like a missing key or a hardcore crack. i just needed new cork, i had a sticky key and i needed to figure out how to make my low C key actually go down all the way.

just minor things, right?

WRONG

apparently, i had a few keys really bent out of shape and i needed new felt and cork. i was like "woah!". it was mad scary listening to him banging and buzzing my instrument. but and hour and a half later, it works better than before.

what happened yesterday:

i passed out

it was bad. i was completely exhausted and i barely ate and i was walking around new york city all day. and seeing wicked again was like major emotional trip. it was really good.

happy MLK day!