I now have B-flat clarinet reeds, so I played my clarinet today. Mostly I sounded like a flock of dying geese, but I got out a few solid notes. I feared I would pass out from the sheer amount of air flow needed to play an instrument, but I survived without incident. And I had so much fun.
If I could go back and shake some sense into that 20-year-old Roshaunda who stopped playing her clarinet, I would. But here I am, not trying to regain my former facility, but rather reviving my joy in instrumental music.
And that’s my bit of creativity for today.
It’s been quite a few years, but every so often I pull out my flute and play a bit….just to make sure I still know how.
That’s so awesome! I’m finding my fingers remember how to play, but making sound is proving difficult.