Monday, September 28, 2009

Pictures From Kanuga

Kanuga Conference Center is a beautiful setting. At least once the sun comes out. Bronwyn, Ruth-Ann, and I were fortunate enough to be housed in one of the cottages overlooking Kanuga Lake. I think these are Cottages 3 and 4.









Here's a view of the lake from the porch of the main lodge.












I played with the sepia tone setting on my camera.













Yes, that is a cross you see across the lake. Here's a closer look at it. I was playing with the reflections on the water.

A peaceful setting for a week of ups and downs.

Peace,
Jeff

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Worship For All People

After weeks (months!) of planning, today we held our first Ecclesia ministry outdoor service.

Gay collected and made the rhythm instruments used for the service.

Yesterday six of us gathered to make 25 bag lunches with pb&j sandwiches (5 were actually cream cheese & jelly), apples, and cookies.

This morning we awoke to rain. Maybe God telling us we had to put our money where our mouth was? We did say this service would be held year round in all weather.

In the rain.

We arrived for the 10:00 a.m. regular morning service to find that Newlin had erected a canopy in the center of the Labyrinth.











Although weather forecasts predicted the rain would end early in the afternoon, it didn't.

We put everything we needed for the service on the rolling cart that serves as our altar.













We set up under the canopy and used umbrellas.

Eight people attended the service, all of us involved in organizing it in one way or another.








After the service coffee and donuts, along with the bag lunches, were served from the altar and another table set up for distributing food.

Although no one showed up to take the lunches, we should be able to distribute them to some of the homeless over the coming week.

And who knows who may have been watching from the shadows?

Peace,
Jeff

Break in the Routine

Last Monday I lugged two suitcases to Kanuga Conference Center in North Carolina. Our office was hosting a meeting of our networks, and we spent a four days with them. I had two suitcases because I took my flute. I talked with my colleagues, and because we were stying in cottages, I would be able to practice during the week.

This was important to me for three reasons. First, I was trying to keep up my routine. Second, I have a gig next weekend, and I couldn't afford NOT to practice for a whole week. And third, I knew I would need "me" time, something playing the flute gives me.

The best laid plans.

I practiced for about an hour spaced over two days out of the five I was gone. We had an agenda that was, of necessity, packed full. There were also two other meetings run by colleagues taking place at the conference center at the same time. That meant that unscheduled time was spent talking with other people from both those other meetings learning what they do and explaining our own work. Meals. Airport runs. Presentation preparation. Logistics issues.

Frankly, I could have used more sanity breaks than the two I had. However, I also made an effort not to get frustrated because I couldn't practice. And an hour's practice is more than I would have had if I hadn't taken my flute.

Then there was yesterday. Unpacking. Chores. Meeting at church. Class. Dinner with friends. All those things that have to be done after you return from a long trip. Another day without practicing.

This evening I finally had a chance to practice. Sixty-five minutes, about half of which was spent on technique and problem areas. I still have a couple of pieces to choose for the memorial service next Sunday. But I stopped when I realized I was getting tired.

Only one day, but I'm back into my routine.

It feels good.

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Making Music

Which is, after all, why we practice.

This morning at church I realized I was singing better than I have in a while. Since I no longer sing in the choir--long story for another time--I really don't sing much any more. The only thing that can be affecting my singing at this point is practicing the flute. I've often read and heard that the flute is the closest instrument to the voice. So should it really surprise me that practicing one should help the other?

I miss singing, but I'm not ready to go back to the church choir. Working for the church I'm just not willing to spend yet another evening doing church stuff. There are other groups I could join. But I'm not quite ready to give up another evening of my time, not to mention concert schedules. Of course, the same goes for instrumental groups, although there a lot fewer opportunities for instruments than for singing in this area.

So for now, as I contemplate my options, I'll sing at church and play dance tunes and other fun things on the flute at home.

Making music.

Cleaned, Packed, And Ready

Yesterday afternoon I did laundry and dusted my entire apartment. This afternoon I cleaned the kitchen and bathroom and vacuumed the whole apartment. I can give the entire apartment a good cleaning in about two hours, so spaced over two days, it's not a big chore. Usually I do a little bit of basic stuff every day and the major stuff every couple of weeks. Except when I travel. Then I give the entire place a thorough cleaning a day or two before I leave, put clean sheets on the bed and clean towels in the bathroom the morning of departure. It's always nice to come home to a clean apartment and fresh sheets.

Once the apartment is clean, I begin packing. Actually, I start the packing process days before I pack the bags. First I make a list. I make piles. I winnow the piles. Certain things get taken to the office to be shipped with the meeting supplies. If it's going to be a lengthy trip, or I'm taking stuff that can't be shipped (when we go to Central or South America, for instance), I borrow a large suitcase from Mom. I also run to the library or the bookstore to get a couple of paperbacks to read while travelling (and during free time, if any). Packing day--that day before departure--the piles get moved to the bed, and the suitcases come down from the storage shelf. Usually by this point, I have a pretty good idea of which bag, or bags, are going on the trip. I winnow the piles one more time and then pack everything but the last minute stuff that goes in right before I go out the door.

Not today. I'm only going for four nights, so I could go carry on. Except I'm taking my flute. I'm too close to a gig to miss an entire week's worth of practicing, and my boss has said that I will have time to practice. So, I'm checking one bag and carrying on one bag with the flute as the one "personal item." Frankly, having to "overpack" and be able to take a little piece of sanity with me this trip is worth the checked bag fee.

I will need that sanity. Bronwyn (our "new" boss), Ruth-Ann and I will be making presentations to our networks about goings on at the Church Center. I've told them that they will have to talk about the reorg.... ummm... reconfiguration because I'm just not ready yet to be a cheerleader again. I'll be doing a lot of biting my tongue and taking notes. Or something. We have coloring pages for participants, and I may throw my crochet stuff in my bag before I leave. Keep busy, stick to the script, and don't talk about the stuff management doesn't want us to talk about.

I'm as ready as I'm ever going to be.

The shuttle comes at 6:45 tomorrow morning. I think we'll have Internet access in Kanuga, so I'll keep you posted.

Peace,
Jeff

Monday, September 14, 2009

Sometimes They Can Be Creative

This commercial caught my eye. I like the concept. Not sure I'd buy the phone, but I like the commercial.



Peace,
Jeff

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Practicing and Journaling

I've been keeping a journal off and on since I was 10. There are periods when I wrote almost every day, like the year of graduate school at UW-Madison. And then there are those where I wrote almost nothing, like the three years I spent at Rockford College in northern Illinois. Sometimes it's a factual record of what I did. At others, it's a rambling on how I felt. I've written screaming rants at God, and I've written love letters to secret crushes. I've self-edited what I've recorded, and I've simply let go and put down things exactly as they were.

I started keeping a practice journal a couple of weeks after getting into a regular practice routine. A couple of presenters at the NFA convention mentioned keeping one, and my friend Jonathan keeps one. Zara Lawler named her blog "The Practice Notebook", and she writes about keeping one here and here. There are probably as many different ways of keeping a practice notebook as there are musicians keeping one.

While writing in my journal I realized that the best place for my practice notebook wasn't in the spiral notebook I bought for it. It needs to be in my journal, part of my record of my everyday life. Just as music is a part of my life. I can think of a vast number of reasons for keeping a separate practice notebook, but putting my practice record in my journal is for me part of the whole process of balancing my life. It's also one of the reasons I started writing this blog.

And in some ways this blog is both journal and practice notebook. I'm still trying to figure out it's "voice."

Right now it's mostly about my ongoing rediscovery of what it means to be a musician and a flutist.

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Culture Clash

We continually revise our cultural history, our understanding of who we are as a nation and as a people. It changes as we come to a different concept of who and what our nation is. Sometimes, as historians present us with new information or new ways of looking at existing information, that change in understanding is painful. Two issues that demonstrate this painful conversation of change are the way this nation has dealt with African-American and with Native Americans.

This past week my train reading has been The Last Indian War: The Nez Perce Story by Elliott West. In his preface West writes

The crisis of the Nez Perces and the war that came from it fell within the period usually called the "Civil War era" and dated between 1861 and 1877. This label presumes that the preeminent force of its time was the war to save the union. The war, the developments that caused it, and its historical aftershocks dominate not only the story but also the terms of significance. How valuable an event is to understanding mid-nineteenth-century American history depends on whether and how much it has to do with the Civil War, its causes, and its aftermath.

The problem with this big picture is that many developments with great long-term consequences have little or no place in it...

What do the overland migration to Oregon, Protestant missions to the Pacific Northwest, and Indians' prophetic religions have to do with the crusade against slavery and the secession crisis? Where is a common thread to emancipation, the Freedmen's Bureau, and federal occupation of the South on the one hand and western railroad surveys, reservations, Indian wars, and Yellowstone National Park on the other?

He spends the rest of the preface setting out his premise of a "Greater Reconstruction" and finishes by writing

Those broad points are best shown by giving them body through particular human experiences. Nothing shows that better than the story of the Nez Perces.
The Nez Perces were not the only Native Americans who were forced onto a reservation, nor were they the only Native Americans who maintained friendly relations with the growing United States and still have their land taken from them. Most of us are familiar with the case of the Cherokees and the Trail of Tears. The Nez Perces did not adopt the "white man's" ways as fully as the Cherokee. Their story is more one of a clash of cultures.

The government officials--both "Indian Officers" and military officers--failed to understand that the Nez Perces were not one united tribe but rather several interrelated clans (and family relationships with other peoples of the region). The Nez Perces never fully understood that the Indian and Military Officers reported to the government in Washington, DC.

Christianity also played a role. Missionaries, the general public, and the federal government saw Christianity as a "civilizing" force. Many of the Nez Perce converted, but they tended to integrate parts of Christianity into their own religion. Part of becoming civilized included settling down on a specific plot of land and farming rather than the nomadic hunting, gathering, and horse-raising that were the Neze Perce way of life. It was a way of life suited to the environment of the region in which they lived--most of Central Idaho and parts of Washington and Oregon. It isn't particularly good farming country.

The Nez Perces were "given" a fairly sizable reservation, but then gold was discovered in the area and the terms of the treaty were violated. The government's response?

The overwhelming consensus in the press and official statements was that the Nez Perces were in the right. Their lands were being illegally invaded. The intruders were called human bilgewater...In response, the Nez perce were said to be models of patience and reason, as fit their unblemished record of friendship. In May 1862, Oregon Senator James W. Nesmith delivered an extended hymn to the Nez Perces to his colleagues in the U.S. Senate. The Nez perces were handsome, intelligent, and virtuous, faithful to their word and protective of American citizanes. in return, they had suffered abuses and betrayals. Not that they were unique. From Maine to Oregon, Nesmith said, the government had consistently pledged what it could not deliver. Agents and missionaries had reduced Indians to "squalid thieves, vagabonds, and prostitutes." And now the old pattern was unfolding again. A corrupt and corrupting government was failing its responsibilities.

And Nesmith's conclusion? The Nez Perces must sign another treaty and give up more land. They had to be protected, and protection wasn't possible on the 1855 reservation. the only chance for protection was to have a much smaller reservation. Doing justice meant dealing with the results of botched policy by repeating what had been done in the first place, with the promise that the government would mend its ways, and right soon.

The same reasoning was used again at a later point in the government's dealings with the Nez Perces. Unfortunately for the government, because of the structure of Nez Perces society some of the bands did not sign the treaty. Instead, for a variety of reasons, including retaliatory attacks on white settlements, they decided to head for Canada. So began the Nez Perce War.

The war ended a few months later with the Nez Perces surrendering not far from the Canadian border. One of great quotes of U.S. history came from that surrender: Chief Joseph's "I will fight no more forever." Whether he actually said the phrase is debatable, but it is ingrained in our cultural memory.

This episode was never part of the history I learned in school. I don't know if it is now. Many of our communities refrain from teaching anything that questions how our nation has behaved in the past. And in others, there are citizens quick to raise a ruckus when a curriculum is introduced that even hints at pointing out flaws in the way our country has acted.

I don't think it's a case of assigning blame or pointing fingers at this point. It's a case of looking at what happened and learning from it.

Peace,
Jeff

The Eyes Have It

For many years my family spent Columbus Day weekend camping at Burlingame State Park in Charlestown, Rhode Island. We tried to get to the seashore at least once each time. During one of those walks on the beach we spied a ship off in the distance. My brother didn't see it at first, and I pointed out the large rectangle toward the horizon. It wasn't a rectangle, and within a couple of weeks I had my first pair of glasses.

Which means I've been wearing glasses longer than I've been playing the flute.

Over the years I developed an astigmatism and had my nearsightedness worsen and improve. I wore contacts for many years, even after I needed bifocals. Then I went to contacts for distance and glasses for reading. That worked for a while, but eventually I could only do close work without my contacts in. After trying a variety of alternatives, I found that glasses with progressive lenses were the best overall solution for my work and recreational needs.

As my prescription moved toward bifocals and then progressives, I found myself adjusting my stand so that my music was at a readable distance. Mildly annoying, but not an insurmountable obstacle. When I was in the contacts/reading glasses stage, I'd wear my "spares" (a pair of "mid distance" glasses), especially when performing.

Fast forward to late Summer 2009. Now that I'm practicing daily (well, almost daily) the readable distance issue has become somewhat problematic. If I tilt my head just the wrong way while playing, the notes on the page go out of focus. It's particularly annoying when sight reading or trying to work through a difficult passage. Although, today I noticed it wasn't quite as bad as it has been. At first I thought it was because everything I'd been playing today I'd been working on all week. But then I did some sight reading and some work on a couple of difficult passages and didn't seem to be having as many problems with focusing on the page.

Until I turned my head slightly to look at the next page...

Maybe I'm experiencing the adjustment the optician warned me about when I got my first pair of progressive lens glasses six years ago. Or maybe it's something I'll have to talk to the doctor about the next time I have my eyes checked.

Friday, September 11, 2009

Zara's Metronome Trick No. 1

One of the things I've introduced into my regular practice routine is working with my metronome. I've had a metronome almost from the time I started playing the flute (my parents gave me my first one as a Christmas present), but until a couple of weeks ago, I wasn't using it as regular part of my daily practice.

The idea came from this post on Zara Lawler's The Practice Notebook. She recommends choosing a small section to work on, which I started out doing. However, it didn't take long for me to realize that Taffanel-Gaubert #4 is a "problem section" in its entirety. So I tried practicing with the metronome the entire two page section I was working on that week. It has made a big difference. It helps me pinpoint those sections I need to focus more attention on, and it keeps me "on task."

I also tend to play all the way through my week's Frederick the Great Daily Exercise with the metronome, primarily because they're short. It really is amazing how many places I speed up along with trouble spots where I slow down.

Of course, I do use Metronome Trick No. 1 as recommended to work on trouble spots.

And the improved playing is not confined to the pieces I work on with the metronome. I've found that when start a new Daily Exercise at the beginning of the week, I can sight read it at a faster tempo than I could the one the week before. The dance tunes I play for fun are easier to play at a danceable tempo.

Improved playing speed does mean that I'm fast approaching the time when I'm going to have to begin working again on another skill.

Double tonguing.

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Yet Another Look

At what could result from Rowan Williams' push for an Anglican Covenant. Go read Jim Naughton's The right gains ground. Here is the paragraph that caught my eye:
Yet if Rowan Williams succeeds in his misguided effort to establish a single-issue magisterium that determines a church's influence within the communion, a significant risk remains. That risk is run not by the Anglican left, which has nothing practical to lose, nor by the Anglican right, whose leaders embarrass less easily than Donald Trump and don't fear public opprobrium. Rather, the parties at risk are the Church of England and the office of the Archbishop of Canterbury, which may find themselves at the head of a communion synonymous with the agenda of the American right.
Hat tip to Thinking Anglicans.

Peace,
Jeff

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

What He Said

If you haven't already, go read Frank Turner's The imagined community of the Anglican Community on Episcopal Cafe. I particularly like this paragraph:
“The Instruments of Communion,” now being given supposed histories and purposes different from their actual origins and being made vehicles for the controlled invention of identity, are of relatively recent origin. The Lambeth Conference, first convened in 1867 by Archbishop Charles Thomas Longley for providing “Brotherly Counsel and encouragement,” gathered amidst much controversy. Several bishops of the Province of York refused to attend, and Dean Arthur Stanley denied the group the use of Westminster Abbey. In neither its origin nor in its decades of meeting was the Lambeth Conference ever intended as a general conference of the whole church or as a legislative body. Not until 1969 did the Anglican Consultative Council first convene. Only in 1978 did the Primates begin to gather regularly, and they refused to define those meetings as any kind of higher synod. The Lambeth Conference of 1998 (Resolution 3.6) stated that the activities of the Primates should not interfere with the judicial authorities of the several constituent provinces. All of these gatherings were collegial in character designed to further communication and bonds of fellowship among the vastly different churches of what was evolving as an imagined worldwide Anglican Communion.
And this little gem:
During most of the twentieth century spokesmen for the Church of England and for those various churches around the world in one way or another derived from that church have emphasized the reasonableness and moderation of Anglicanism, and thus the Church of England displayed itself for most of the past century. But in point of fact, throughout much of its earlier history the Church of England was an actively persecuting church. Under Elizabeth it persecuted recalcitrant Roman Catholics. After the Restoration in l660 the Church of England drove out the Protestant Nonconformists. Thereafter until the late l820s the Church of England benefited from legislation that prevented Protestant Nonconformists and Roman Catholics from participating in English political life.
And shortly thereafter he names what the Archbishop of Canterbury is doing:

Knowingly or unknowingly, consciously or unconsciously, the present Archbishop of Canterbury seeks to revive this tradition of centralized arbitrary exclusion and chastisement.

Frank has articulated clearly and concisely what many of us have been thinking and unable to articulate so well.

Also take time to read the comments.

Peace,
Jeff

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

It's Starting to Pay Off

I didn't practice Sunday because I drove down to New Jersey for friends' annual Labor Day Weekend picnic. Yesterday I just took the day off from everything and read. Taking a break didn't seem to hurt, especially after my experience Saturday afternoon.

I continue to work with a metronome for most of the time while working on the week's two pages of Taffanel-Gaubert #4 and Frederick the Great Daily Exercise. It really is helping my rhythm and articulation. The fact that I could read through this week's Frederick the Great Daily Exercise (#3), then play it at the tempo for #2 that I finished last week with, and THEN work it up even faster (by about four clicks on the metronome), really made me feel good.

Later, I worked through the Allemande section of the Partita, still at the slowest speed on the metronome, focusing on a cluster of measures that were giving me trouble. Once I'd done that I figured why not read through the whole movement with the metronome? If nothing else, it would give me a good idea where I'd need to focus in the coming days. By the time I got about halfway through, I found that many of the measures that would have given me trouble before weren't. There are all sorts of odd chromatics and intervals, and I played right through most of them.

Hello? There's a reason you've been working on the Taffanel-Gaubert Exercise #4, even if you're only doing two pages of it at a time.

Hello? This is why you spend time on the technical stuff. Is it sinking in yet?

It's a fact that you really can't play music on an instrument without learning the mechanics and the techniques of it. It's a fact I've known since I took up the flute at 16. But today's small break through went beyond that. It feels like the technique piece is becoming part of me rather than something simply labored on because I need to do it.

I know this kind of break through will be rare as I continue practicing and playing, but it's still a major AHA moment that will carry me through for a long time.

Waltzing Update: This evening I was able to play and waltz without missing a step and only making one mistake in the tune.

Note To Self

The reason your left leg muscles are still sore after chalking and painting the labyrinth on Saturday is that you drove an hour-and-a-half down to Chatham, New Jersey for a picnic. Followed by an hour-and-a-half drive back after the picnic. Your left leg is the one that controls the clutch in your standard transmission Kia.

Peace,
Jeff

Saturday, September 5, 2009

We Have A Labyrinth!

We've been planning this since late Spring. It is one component of a dreamed spirituality center at Grace Episcopal Church. It is the first piece we've finished.

Mom spent July and August organizing work crews--mostly of one or two--to sweep and shovel sand from the parking lot. Bill powerwashed each section as it was completed. I kept in touch with the project via Mom's regular email updates, which went to most of the parish membership. It was very frustrating for her to have only one or two people show up.

So, with the parking lot cleaned, four of us gathered to lay out and paint the labyrinth. Here are Mom, Carol, and Lois as we prepare to start chalking at 1:00 p.m. Starting with a 12 foot center circle, we drew 12 concentric circles, with each of the 11 outer circles 28" from the one inside it. These would become the waling path. Once the circles were down, I went around drew lines to mark places where the path would turn, and where we needed to erase parts of the circles so the path would be continuous. It took approximately 2 1/2 hours to chalk the labyrinth. Lois walked the chalk labyrinth to make sure we had the path drawn correctly.

Using 4" rollers and lavender paint we centered the painted lines on the chalked ones. We put the last of the paint down at about 6:45 p.m. and spent 15 minutes cleaning up. Then Mom and I walked the finished labyrinth, but only in to the center. We were too tired to spend 20-30 more minutes walking back out.

So, we have a labyrinth. Being the recovering perfectionist that I am, I might ask, "Is it perfect?" My response to myself is, "Does it have lines? Can you walk it? Then it's a labyrinth."

After coming home, I made the mistake of attempting to practice. Too tired to toot!

But, we have a labyrinth!!!!

Peace,
Jeff

Then There Are Times...

...when you probably shouldn't practice. This evening was one of them.

I spent the afternoon at church with three other parishioners laying out and painting an 11 circuit labyrinth on the parking lot. We started chalking it at 1:00, finished painting at 6:45, and were cleaned up by 7:00. Then two of us walked it--in, anyway. We were too tired to walk back out.

I didn't practice this morning, because I had some chores to do before heading out to church. I figured I'd have time this evening. What I hadn't counted on was being so tired after painting the labyrinth. Even so, I wanted to practice. I've developed a pretty good routine, and I want to stick to it. I was looking forward to practicing.

I practiced for 25 minutes, the shortest amount of time since I started getting myself into a routine. I probably shouldn't have. Tone? I couldn't keep my flute turned the right way. Taffanel-Gaubert? My fingers couldn't keep up. The dance tunes I know pretty well? Every third note was a mistake.

Some days you just ought to take a break.

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Ahhh, Bach

In one episode of M*A*S*H*Radar tries to impress a young woman. Hawkeye tells him to say "Ahhh, Bach" whenever the conversation turns to music. Of course, Radar overuses it...

You can't belong to a church choir and escape J.S. Bach's music--hymns, cantatas, etc. For flutists, there are a couple of fairly "easy" pieces for flute and piano (like the Arioso, which was originally written for violin--no place to breathe!!). They come in handy for weddings and the like. The only truly solo piece is the Partita in A minor.

Yesterday I pulled out my copy of the Partita and played through most of it. I've had it for a while, but I'd never really worked on preparing it for performance. Today I decided to tackle it seriously, so I started on the "Allemande" section using the metronome. Setting your metronome for its slowest setting is not exactly a confidence builder. I'm thinking the Partita probably won't be ready by the beginning of October, though that wasn't the reason I pulled it out. What I wanted was to start practicing an actual piece of music along with all the technical stuff.

One of Linda Chesis' suggestion during her Open Master Class at the NFA Convention was to get a notebook with three sections and photocopy music you're working on to be cut up and pasted into the notebook: Section 1 for measures you can play pretty well, Section 2 for measures that need some work, and Section 3 for those measure that give you grief. On the way home from work today I stopped at Posner Books in Grand Central Terminal and bought a Moleskine Music Notebook. It's small, so taping measures from a cut up copy of music into it is out of the question, but I knew that when I bought it. I'm not even dividing it up into three sections. I'm simply writing the measures that give me trouble in it. That way I can practice my notation skills, which need work. Plus a Moleskine is pretty easy to pack when I travel.

So right now it contains a couple measures of the "Allemande" and the measure from Taffanel-Gaubert #4 with the high b. My own little exercise book!

And an update: Waltzing while playing "The Margravine's Waltz" is getting easier.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Realization Of The Day

There needs to be a sense that the left hand knows what the right hand is doing. Unfortunately, they're looking at the left hand on body A and the right hand on body B.

I Have a Gig

My friend Jan, who plays the Celtic harp, emailed me while I was visiting family in Pennsylvania. She wanted to know if I could play for a memorial service the first weekend in October. Originally, I thought it was something she wanted me to play with her. It turns out that a memorial service for a close friend of hers is the same weekend, so I'll be playing alone.

What am I playing? I don't know because I get to select the music. I spoke with Sr. Celelia of the Masonic Home health & Hospice yesterday, and the only pieces I need to give her ahead of time for inclusion in the program are the opening and closing songs, which will probably be hymns.

Primarily as a result of the gig, I practiced for an hour today. The last 20 minutes or so I spent playing through Taize music because I had a couple of ideas for some of the "musical interludes" in the service. It also gave me a chance to work on tone and interpretation rather than technique. Sometimes it's nice to just make music.

Most embarrassing moment of the practice session: Having to pull out a fingering chart to remember how to play b3.

Most surprising moment: Being able to start playing the Frederick the Great Daily Exercise #2 at the me speed I left off playing #1. I'm working on one of these per week at this point because they are musical as well as technical. That makes them fun to play as well as providing me with things that help improve my technique.