He looked at her lying there, entranced by her sensuous curves, her golden glow. But it was her voice that really moved him—sometimes soft and sexy, sometimes wild with abandon. Whatever his mood, she matched it. He lifted her lovingly to his lips. Tonight they would make beautiful music together. Harry and his trumpet.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Just Another Rehearsal
I could devote an intire blog to working with the Mexican Maestro Batiz. Juat a few minutes ago in rehearsal he was yelling at me while I and the whole orchestra are playing a loud section. I kept on playing while trying to figure out WHAT he is yelling. I stoped playing to listen better. He is yelling what I thought he was yelling. "Sientese!" I am sitting down! Turns out he is yelling at our bass trombone player who he could see standing somewhere in the back of the hall behind me. Just another rehearsal with Batiz. Posting this from the internet cafe. I just snezzed and the young lady working next to me gave me the standard "Salud" I love Mexico!
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment