The Crazy Continues & Concert for Myself

Yup. Sneaked into a house and did some kid's Chinese homework from a magic book that made the same changes on a notebook quite some distance away. Afterward, while I was searching the house for valuables (I'm some kind of helpful burglar apparently), the house becomes under siege by people shooting chickens and cows at it with me still inside.

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The other day, I spent the morning and much of the afternoon at a coffeeshop studying / working on a presentation for my research project. Afterwards, I needed a change of scenery, so I decided it was finally time to sneak into an empty auditorium and play some music.

The doors to the actual auditorium are never locked,  but the ones to the lobby are. With some clever analysis of the building, I entered from the 2nd floor, through a corridor of offices. The next hour and twenty minutes were pretty fun. Muscle-memory is pretty ridiculous. Even though I haven't been serious about clarinet in over four years now, I still had all-state audition etudes and various competition concertos memorized. Unfortunately, your lips don't stay strong after quitting music and my lower lip was sore the rest of the night. Also, I found that while my fingering was still nimble enough to navigate the sea of black notes, my tonguing was struggling to catch up. Oh well. A certain degree of rust is to be expected. Still, even though I was the only member of the audience, it brings me a lot of joy to be able to express myself on stage.

Nostalgia - Can you see me?