I just got a phone call.

THERE IS A NEW 7/8 CELLO AT THE LUTHIER’S SHOP!

Why yes, I *am* shouting. Also dancing, and doing lots of jumping up and down. Yes, I want to go right over, and no, I can’t, because the boy is home with me, and once he wakes up from his nap we have to pick HRH up. Friday’s out, because we have a lunch date, although maybe Friday afternoon? No, I won’t be able to handle the boy alone if I’m trying a cello. Maybe Saturday morning. Probably Saturday morning, actually, because no one will be able to live with me beyond that point.

7/8! 7/8!! 7/8!!!

Hello, we are the LCO, and we are about to kick some serious musical behind this coming July 1 at the Canada Day concert.

We played through the entire program at last night’s rehearsal, and it sounded full and cohesive and just about ready. We had multiple horns last week, and this time we had a trumpet too. Now all we’re missing is the trombone. (The conductor has been singing the trombone part so far. It has been very amusing for those of us sitting right next to him who can hear it.)

Best of all? Brad’s our trumpet player! Once again I had no idea he was there until the conductor directed a question at him, and I perked up when I heard his name. How many Brads can there be on the West Island who play trumpet, after all? When the night was over I tidied up and headed over to say hi and reconnect with him. He was just as surprised to see me. It’s a small musical world around here, really. And it’s good, because it means I get to run into people like Brad every four or six years, sometimes more often if I’m lucky.