I had a terrible experience Wednesday night during community band rehearsal. I'm playing the 1st alto book. Because of heavy thunderstorms I was late, and the band was already well into the first selection when I arrived.
I hastily set up and did a visual tuning, putting the mouthpiece about where it ought to go. I found my place in the piece and began playing.
Horrors. Every other note was a honk. Some people were looking at me. Soon every other note was a honk followed by a monosyllabic epithet from me. Most people were frowning at me. I checked all the pads. They seemed to be sealing. I changed reeds. Nothing worked. I packed up the horn and spent the rest of the rehearsal just reading the charts as the band played them.
Yesterday I planned to take the horn to the tech. One thing led to another and it was too late to go. So I took the horn out to see if Wednesday had just been a bad chops day. This alto is my only one. It's a Barone from Taiwan that up to now had been a real player.
I tooted on it for a while and it seemed difficult to play, but all the notes sounded. Then I tried to subtone a low B at pp, and the sound came out like the Aflac duck with a sore throat. It got worser and worser.
Then I crossed my eye and looked directly at the octave key on the neck as I tried to play to see if it was opening and closing. It was, but it was wobbling all over the place. A closer examination revealed that the screw upon which it pivots had worked its way loose. I found one of those screwdrivers that you fix eyeglasses with and fixed it. All was well again.
Lesson learned. This could have happened on a gig. Or during a concert. If it had, I would have been skewered. Who carries those little screwdrivers around with them? Answer: I do from now on.
By the way, that screw is designed to come loose. I wonder why I haven't seen this before.
I hastily set up and did a visual tuning, putting the mouthpiece about where it ought to go. I found my place in the piece and began playing.
Horrors. Every other note was a honk. Some people were looking at me. Soon every other note was a honk followed by a monosyllabic epithet from me. Most people were frowning at me. I checked all the pads. They seemed to be sealing. I changed reeds. Nothing worked. I packed up the horn and spent the rest of the rehearsal just reading the charts as the band played them.
Yesterday I planned to take the horn to the tech. One thing led to another and it was too late to go. So I took the horn out to see if Wednesday had just been a bad chops day. This alto is my only one. It's a Barone from Taiwan that up to now had been a real player.
I tooted on it for a while and it seemed difficult to play, but all the notes sounded. Then I tried to subtone a low B at pp, and the sound came out like the Aflac duck with a sore throat. It got worser and worser.
Then I crossed my eye and looked directly at the octave key on the neck as I tried to play to see if it was opening and closing. It was, but it was wobbling all over the place. A closer examination revealed that the screw upon which it pivots had worked its way loose. I found one of those screwdrivers that you fix eyeglasses with and fixed it. All was well again.
Lesson learned. This could have happened on a gig. Or during a concert. If it had, I would have been skewered. Who carries those little screwdrivers around with them? Answer: I do from now on.
By the way, that screw is designed to come loose. I wonder why I haven't seen this before.