What an experiance.  As everyone went up to venerate the cross, I played my clainet.  It sounded great.  I was afraid, after losing my original mouthpiece (dropped it the other day and chiped it), my sound would suffer.  But, I blew the Buffet mouthpiece that came with the horn, it worked fine.  I always feel that the clarinet (being made of wood) is the perfect instrument for the veneration of the wood that crucified Christ.

It was very moving.  I can only hope that my tones help to make this a beautiful service.

Last nights Mass went well.  My flute didn't let me down.  We had a good turn out.  I felt in the groove.  Tonight I'll add a little clarinet.  Playing with the idea of bringing my sax.

This time of the year is a little slow.  Later in the year, I've got gigs stacked up. 

I turned down three musicals this year.  Mighty Goliath Players in Avon lake, The Palace in Lorain and a high school show in Norwalk.  What bad luck.  I love to do shows.  No money (or very little), but live theater offers a completely different musical experiance.  With the pit, dancers and sings going, any thing can happen.  You just never know.

Made it to church, climbed up into the chior loft and realized I forgot my flute.  I keep in my case with the music.  Quess, I'm getting old.  Well, I went back home to get it.  I hate the thought of not playing during the mass.  Well, I was about 1/2 hour late, but I did get to play. 

My daughter gave me an assignment, fix her suitcase.  She will be traveling to North Carolina next week.  One of the feet on the suitcase fell off.  Sounds like a job for "super dad".  That's OK, what else are dad's for.