The good thing about being a moody f---* is that, if you have any self-awareness, you know your anxiety or despair will not last. Today I found a geocache, have a full tank of gas, am semi-optimistic about the upcoming election, have finished a new arrangement for the new band****, and have been listening to some great music. In addition, my work email reveals that I am something of a hero to two sets of parents. Yesterday I responded to two kids' craziness and emotional immaturity****** with a level of patience and kindness which I didn't really feel. I guess that's okay, as long as the kids didn't know how exasperated I was with them.
*Not knowing who might read this, I'll be discreet.**
**By the way, that description of me is by my friend Robo. I will, in turn, pay tribute to Rob by using lots of footnotes.***
***Like this one.
****"Ninth Ward Dirge," my Katrina piece. Doesn't every musician who loves New Orleans have a Katrina song?*****
*****I've played this piece with a quartet, but I'm really excited to try it with five horns.
******I mean, I know they're kids, but emotionally they seem to be several years behind what would be expected.