It’s happened to all of us: you get out of your car, whistling a happy tune, saunter into your rehearsal (or concert!), unzip your bass, and reach into that music pocket….. ….only to find that your stupid folder is not, in fact, in your trusty music...
I had an experience a couple of years back that made me both chuckle and realize how non-private I’ve made all the little details of my life: I was halfway through a run one beautiful June day when I realized, to my horror, that I had forgotten about a lesson...
Sending a bass section into a hysterical fit of the giggles during a performance is not exactly the hardest thing to do, but I remember a moment a few years ago that will definitely stay with me for years to come. Our Fearless Leader Our principal bass for this...
We had a couple of pretty humorous moment at the Elgin Symphony this month. I usually don’t mention specific people or ensembles in story posts like this after realizing that they’ll pop up right at the top of search results (sometimes before the...
I get really sick of shelling out $20 or $30 (or more!) for parking every time I play a gig. Add in expensive gas, the clogged Chicago freeways, and the aggrivation of maneuvering a bass in and out of cars and buildings, and I have to think long and hard about a job...
