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Throughout my life I have had several reoccurring horn-related dreams. It seems like every month or so they come back to haunt me.
Late for gig
There is a gig and I am late. Where is my horn? I’m late! Good grief where is my horn?
Wrong music
On my stand is Don Juan – why is everyone else playing Mozart? Well I am just going to blast what is on my stand – that’ll teach ’em!
Squishy bell
The bell on my horn turns to soft putty or clay – it becomes malleable. I try my best to get it looking right but it always ends up looking like a floppy hat.
Concert in a bad environment
Why are we marching up and down a staircase while playing Till Eulenspiegel? Why is my chair sinking into the ground? Why are we all sitting on these precariously high risers where I might fall and drop my horn?
Flying horn case
In a variation of the magical flying carpet, why not take the horn case for a ride and fly in style to the gig?
Am I weird? Do you have any bizarre horn-related dreams to share?
