258th day sober. I tried to get to bed a bit earlier to "walk" my wake-up time back earlier, but instead I slept in until 3:30. Maybe I needed the rest, I don't know.
I didn't practice last night but I did a lot of "lip buzzing" which seemed to be harder, actually. I could really feel it in my midsection. I've done lip buzzing tons in the past but as I'm finding, it's *how* you do it - being aware of the wedge breathing concept made a ton of difference. Now I can "zoom" the buzz from very low to very high.
I got the idea to work on this remembering a video by the teacher Laurie Frink long ago, where she was teaching some French horn players, and they were doing the lip buzzing zoomy thing and I tried it and could not cover as wide a range at all. Now I can.
Waking up as late as I did nixed the idea of going to Music Village today. And they're closed tomorrow. They might be open on Monday and it being MLK day so I can't go to the post office, it might be a good time to go there. I want to see if they have any interesting books, talk to them about selling the cornet and the clarinet I have or maybe trading them for store credit, and see if, their being a Yamaha dealer, they have the "Bobby Shew" trumpet in stock.
A good part of me wants to hold off on buying one until I've gotten further in my skill, or until I've busked up enough money to be able to say busking money paid for the thing, but there's also a large part of me seeing how things have been going to shit, and that cautions that I should buy one now while it's possible.
In other news a volcano's gone off near Fiji or somewhere and it's sending waves around the Pacific. I've traced it to a time in the 70s when an earthquake happened around Australia, but I remember one time when I was a teen the waves changed. Utterly huge waves could be seen going past the island, heaving up mountain-high on the horizon with huge flares of spray like small clouds over each one, and the local beach got remodeled. Even a little wave would knock me on my ass, and the whole beach flattened out right up to the grass and the coconut trees. I could get the longest rides bodysurfing these waves, and it was so much fun it was like getting a really great present. A Pacific treat.
Thinking now, I wonder if that change in waves also washed out from under the sandy soil by the church, the silver coins I found around that time? I was looking for lead fishing weights in the holes, carved out by rolling rocks and coral heads, and perfect traps for anything heavy. I promptly spent the coins that were still recognizable and I'm not sure what I did with the rest, mostly silver. That was about 45 years ago now and I wonder if anyone else has discovered the "metal mine" as I named it? Keeping in mind people explore around in the ocean less now - why do that when you have video games?
Looking back I'm amazed at the neat stuff I got to do as a kid. Sure we were poor as shit, but the time I got to spend beach combing and finding shells and glass floats, fishing, surfing, seems now to to be a worthy price for how underfed I was. In fact I remember sitting in my first rooming house room in town and marveling that I could buy a whole package of hot dogs and eat them all myself, if I wanted. But I'd actually had enough after 3. Hunger had only been life-threatening when we lived up in the hills but once we got down close to the ocean again, the fishing and foraging available there meant I'd never starve.
Looking back I can't believe I traded off beach time for idiotic things like college classes.
For entertainment today, some apparently drugged-up zombies camped out in the parking lot - some distance away from me but I could hear them talking loudly and yelling as they fought amongst themselves and other zombies who came driving by. The main zombies actually had nice cars so I figure these were cars they'd just stolen/carjacked, while the other zombies had the usual hunk'O'crap zombiemobiles. This all went on for hours and hours and I was actually pretty amazed when they finally left.
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