Today’s gig was on a farm in Norfolk, not my normal quartet, but another I sometimes dep for. Given the various possible stressors there, it was remarkably low-anxiety.
But I am having one of those single-point headaches above my right eye now, so we’ll see what that develops into.
Playing others’ arrangements makes me realise how lucky I am in my regular quartet: there were examples today of: wrong harmonies; broken rules of notation; melody obscured in a bunch of needless and awkward passagework; wrongly labelled repeats and DS al Codas; perverse enharmonic spellings; and some that plain didn’t make sense to any of us.
Sure, no one within hearing complained, but that’s not the point…
#Ranting about work is a human right.
