Dusting off the Inefficient Antique

In a fair state of disappointment and melancholy, I suddenly began to thirst for the sound of a velvet horn, singing in the back of the orchestra.

If only I could have that opportunity again, and if I could only have such a beautiful experience in my future.

I decided to pick up my horn after having been neglected in the corner of my room when I moved back in. I remembered one part of L’apres-midi d’un faun by Claude Debussy that I was once an assistant for, nearing the end, which sent a strange chill down my spine when I first heard it preformed. It still does that when I listen to it over and over again.

So I decided to dust off my long neglected horn, scavenge through my havoc of music pieces, and try to record myself playing this excerpt. It was the first time I’ve heard and used a muted horn, and probably the last time I will. By no means the greatest sound, but something I somewhat feel proud that I am able to do, even though it’s barely comparable to others.

You will need to unzip this; I zipped it to prevent any hot-linking or any conflicts with the web server. I apologise if this causes any problems, but you will need an uncompressing program – I recommend 7zip if you don’t have one already.

What you will hear is 30 seconds of me as the first horn, from rehearsal marking 12 to the end, when only horn 1 and 3 play a duet, muted and pianissimo. It’s a delicate and beautiful ending to such a strange, Impressionistic piece.

I still wish I could’ve been a musician, but it’s far too late to turn to that road; by the time I meet that goal, amongst others, I’m already done with my life.

Well, this is the last of the rubble when it comes down to my devotion to music. I can’t say I can progress anymore; it’s only a quick, drug escape at this point, for an unrequited desire.

There are so many things I want to do, but sometimes the reality I want, or the reality that was meant to be just never happens the way it wants to.

De repente.