Here is the hot info for those of you who did not attend.
Tom Bacon played. His horn choir from ASU played some wonderful and entertaining large pieces. In addition, his spoken introduction to one of these pieces seemed intended to arouse the audience to great heights of orgiastic frenzy. His piano playing, on the other hand, suggests that he need not consider changing day jobs.
No winner was announced in the "What does the Cabbage look like, anyway?" contest. A straw hat ensured that Lorraine F was the most stylish of the hornlist attendees. She was particularly interested in learning about horn-related injuries. Those of us with wounds were grateful for her attention.
Others I saw were Richard B, Wendel R, David C, Carl B, Kathy VF, Marilyn Kloss, Tony C (who had interesting things to say about freelancing in NYC), Jim Decker, Charles T, and Barbara J.
Any non-attendees who want to spend money on a tape of one concert would be wise to buy the recital with Peter Damm and Frank Lloyd. One of the best performances, however, was not by a hornist: Hustis gave the premier of a new song cycle for baritone, horn, and piano by Simon Sargon. I forget the title, and I forget thename of the baritone. But the baritone was an amazing singer. I hereby award him three Oreo Cookies and a Smiley Green Cabbage face. A good second tape would be the recital with Gail W. and Barry Tuckwell.
Froydis Ree Werke gave a master class. She explained to one of the students how to avoid nervousness. "You pretend that some of the audience members are carrots (pointing to the left) and others are brussel sprouts (pointing to the right)." I need not tell you which kind of flora was present in the center section. However, she did not discuss nervousness arising in the audience when the Cabbage is on stage. What you do, I suppose, is pretend he's a musician.
We shared the dining facilities with a large number of athletes who were participating in a football camp. This gave rise to numerous stimulating conversations on topics of common interest. In fact, I was surprised how many of these jocks shared my fascination with the important differences between tongue attacks and breath attacks.
My son (I had to return my rental teenager when school ended) attended. He has been playing for four months, but he skateboards much better than Frank Lloyd.
And what a treat and honor it was to receive Oreos from the hands of the great Morris Secon himself. But you better go out and buy more Oreos. I read in the paper today that Nabisco is downsizing. Once I buy my son a horn, I will save up my Oreo wrappers for a new Schmid horn.
Gotta go,
Cabbage