Woo hoo! I finally made it to orchestra rehearsal, five weeks after surgery. The limiting factor is that it is a good quarter mile hike with cello (no wheels) from the parking lot to the rehearsal space. I was tired, and almost late thanks to a ridiculous volume of traffic - I left early and it took an hour to get there. Grumble.
Tonight was pops night. For some reason we are rehearsing with and without brass on alternate weeks, and when the brass shows, we run the pops numbers. I remember Camelot, The King and I, New York, Evita... and I don't remember at least one other.
Why don't I peek in the folder so I can list everything? Oops, no folder. They were short of music, so I will be sight-reading for another week. The good news is that I don't have to practice any orchestra music this week. The bad news is that I think we are rehearsing the Brahms Serenade and Mendelssohn's Fingal's Cave next week. I'm going to die.
Concerts are July 17th and 18th.