It was just too hot today. I know, I know, I complained about the cold not too long ago, but we skipped spring and went straight to mid-summer temperatures and humidity. After working all day in a room with several computers that was just shy of 90°, I had band rehearsal tonight in a room with lots of people blowing hot air. I was ready to dump my bottled water over my head instead of drinking it! Oh, and I know Sousa marches are really popular with everyone, but those of us who play French horn truly hate them. Try playing off-beats every measure with no breaks and see how quickly you hyperventilate.
Anyway.
No knitting was accomplished today, because I was so overheated when I got home it was all I could do to collapse in a chair and revel in the central air. What am I going to do in July?!?
(Yes, this post is essentially one long complaint. Sorry!)
My sister (Cindy at Knitting Park) led me to your post today because that’s all I ever complained about when we did Sousa. Those darn back-beats. Over and over and over and over and over again.
Sousa must have hated Horns as much as Horn players have hated Sousa.
Thanks for the morning giggle, Wendy! :) I’m so glad it’s not just my section that feels that way. The ironic thing is that my dad prefers Sousa marches, so he likes our summer concert best. We play “Stars and Stripes Forever” every single year. (Well, it *is* a crowd-pleaser.)
But at least my band director takes pity and throws us some good horn parts as often as he can. :)