In from playing for a course for would be conductors. Some were good, some merely okay, none were bad. None were bad because these were the people who, having chosen their path, decided to take some lessons to learn how to do it properly. It was a pleasure to work with them.
Of course, there are those we never see on such courses - they are the ones who, seeing a group of people who have spent all their lives studying an instrument, believe that they can pick up a stick and play a full orchestra with no training, no help and no practice. These same people ask us to treat them with respect. No, I'm sorry. If you will not pay me the respect of at least spending five minutes to learn how to beat four beats in a bar if that is what the music demands, then why should I give up a day of my life for you?
When I was younger and had lots of time, I would tolerate these oafs. Now, as so many things tell me that time is short, I do not.
Sunday, February 18, 2007
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