Can you hear me now?

Okay, so I can hear now. It's a miracle of modern pharmacology. Of course, I went a week without playing the clarinet. Oy vey. I'm back on it, but I sound quite wretched. Scales: that's what I'm prescribing now.

Also, I'm finally going to have my own in home teaching studio. Cheers all around. So far, my cds and books have made it to the promised land. As of yet, however, my scores and actual clarinets haven't. Over the next two weeks, everything else will make it to the new place. Since I haven't taught outside of academia in the last year, I'll be able to go back to teaching younger students. Also, I'll be able, for the first time, to have everything I could possibly need to teach my students right at hand. Books about composers, cds, my complete clarinet library, orchestral scores...all ready for a quick check when I go off on one of my tangents. My students thought my stories were long before! Ha ha!

Miracles of Modern Medicine

Today, someone heard Joplin in the distance and I didn't. Harkening back to my music history knowledge, I remembered this:

Ludwig van Beethoven at Heiligenstadt

Ludwig didn't have amoxicillin, Benadryl-Allergy, Sudafed, and Advil at the start of his sickness, I'd assume.