Such expressive instruments - such evocative timbres - mandola, violin, cello. The cello sounds like a large snow squall down over the valley this eve - was lit up ruddy, blue and grey and white. Listening to the gurgling magpie, with a blackbird trill off in the distance and a throaty raven - I realized that playing the hdgfl in my house is like being outdoors; or that being outdoors with the birds is like being indoors playing hdgfl.
I've got this big, beautiful bass clarinet that I get to play as my daughter insists. If I had to be left on a desert island with a lawn chair, it would have to be with my bass clarinet. But I digress.
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