Only a few minutes ago I was chatting on Facebook from Oaxaca, Mexico, with a friend in Lahti, Finland. I told him that I would be in Finland next month and perhaps we could meet while I’m there. I pointed out to him that I was living in a chronic ‘on tour’ mode and was beginning to wish I had a home and could stop living out of a suitcase. He told me it seemed to him that I am a “Tuba Gipsy”. I liked that! Here is the tour schedule that I had just posted on Facebook:
Spring Tour Agenda
Masterclass, Ensemble coaching and Private Lessons.
University of Redlands, Redlands, California
Working with brass section of the Tampere Symphony, Masterclasses, Tampere, Finland.
March 29-April 3
Boston Brass Bash, Boston, Mass
Penn State University, Masterclass, Ensemble coaching and Private Lessons.
NERTEC, Ithaca, NewYork
Brass Ensemble Tour through Slovenia.
Royal Northern College of Music, Manchester, GB
April 29-May 1
Guildhall School of Music, Drama and Dance, Adjudication, of Brass Competition, and Masterclasses, London, GB
Pasadena City College, Masterclasses, Ensembles and Private Lessons, Pasadena, California.
Mexico City College of Music, Brass Ensembles and Wind Ensemble.
Rest!! (Back in Oaxaca)
The “Tuba Gipsy” image seemed right to me and perhaps correct for our times. Music, because of the Internet, is becoming more international; our references to all the arts are becoming global. The learning material available to us today is huge and easily obtainable.
As we use the advantages of this source and as we expand our views of tuba, brass, music, all the arts we can also maintain our individualism, and our various traditions. This is a gift of our times in a frequently troubled world.
Sadly, it frequently appears we, as individuals, have little effect in changing the world, but through the arts we can share our views of life through the abstract, realism or anything in-between. Being rich is having the courage to be special.
So being called a “Tuba Gipsy” is not at all distasteful but perhaps “Wandering Student” appeals to me more.
I hope this “Wandering Student” continues the same roads and encounters continuing lessons.
And still I seek a home, maybe Oaxaca, Mexico
January 22, Oaxaca, Mexico