You know what I love?
That no matter how bad a day I have, no matter how depressed, pissed off, or otherwise soured I may be, all of that seems to disappear like fog when the sun comes out when I pick up my horn.
Yeah, yesterday fucking sucked. Not sure why, it just did. Lessons where great, a couple of my favorite (yeah, I know....) students kicked ass, but for some reason, between that and the evening, something snapped, and I found myself at about 6:30 sitting in front of the 'puter seething and pissed off at the world.
Then came rehearsal. The horn goes up, touches the mouth, and all is right in the world yet again.
Happy Erik.
That no matter how bad a day I have, no matter how depressed, pissed off, or otherwise soured I may be, all of that seems to disappear like fog when the sun comes out when I pick up my horn.
Yeah, yesterday fucking sucked. Not sure why, it just did. Lessons where great, a couple of my favorite (yeah, I know....) students kicked ass, but for some reason, between that and the evening, something snapped, and I found myself at about 6:30 sitting in front of the 'puter seething and pissed off at the world.
Then came rehearsal. The horn goes up, touches the mouth, and all is right in the world yet again.
Happy Erik.