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Update for everyone: I'll probably be out of hospital some time next week.

This question is one that hits me very directly as it is connected to my permanent condition as an Autistic... We in the Autistic Spectrum tend very much to overemphasize our shortcomings and belittle our capabilities - it's just one of the expressions of how our brain is functioning. I don't say that only we experience this; but most of us are more prone to thinking we are not good enough than Neurotypicals. I'm looking at my own example: I finished my Leaving certificate with best marks, being third in a class of 129; I completed undergraduate university in record time with an MA in history as third of a class of 355. I then completed my PhD in record time - less than a year - coming second in a class of 88. And yet I always sought after becoming better still because being second was already a cause for depression - I was simply unable to put my achievements in relation to what others managed to do. Even when I reached the absolute pinnacle of my chosen profession and was awarded a Professorship in Trinity College, Dublin, Ireland, I was not content. I could not strive for more, but there was that nagging thought I was not good enough... it ended with a divorce and deep depression; several years of therapy which did not help me at all because the therapists did not recognize the root of the problem, i.e. my Autism (and please forget everything about Rain Man and similar movies: There are such people about, but they are at most one % of the Spectrum). Only when one clever psychiatrist, at the goading of my wife, took the trouble of testing me for Autism did I suddenly receive the master key to everything that had ever happened in my life, and to my own mind. Since then, I have found the key to compromise and happiness; and now, I am not driven any more to try and reach unattainable goals, but am content to be what I am, and - in music - to be a good player within my own comfort zone. I still try to do as well as I can; but I now accept my own limitations while still trying to improve. And I am happy that way.

Hope you could make some sense out of this.

Well, after mourning TM and my hard-earned status as fortissimo user, I'm here.

Whether you are celebrating Christmas, or Hanukkah, or Diwali, or the 12th Week of Halloween, or Birthday or Wedding Anniversary or Happy 9th Divorce, my Season's Greetings to you. May all of you enjoy the best of health, the best of food, the best of company, and the best of trumpets!

At this point, I think I just have to chip in with the story of how I got hooked into big bands... 1993... I was a fairly competent amateur player with lots of experience in brass bands and wind bands, some orchestral stuff and already a vast repertoire of church stuff. No jazz experience whatsoever. Then, one Saturday morning, I got a phone call... a very Bavarian, very bearded voice at the other end...
"I've heard you're a trumpet player." -
"Yes?" -
"We are a big band." -
"Yes?" -
" You have a red shirt?" -
"Yeees??" -
"Free this afternoon?" -
"Yyeees?" -
"Be at the Saint Florian Restaurant at three." CLICK.

Spoof or truth? Well, the place was not too far away, so I collected everything I thought I might need... rotary Bb, rotary C and picc, black jacket and bow tie... (my usual church gig outfit) and went there.

In my innocence, I thought it might be just a short gig, with probably a third or fourth trumpet awol, possibly an hour's sight-reading of easy stuff, cash in and get out... "otherwise you don't hire a guy you don't know anything about four hours before a gig"...

What I found...

an Austrian wedding, and the band scheduled to play for the afternoon coffee break, then provide dinner music and continue to play for the dancing until dawn... the guy who had gone awol was the 1st trumpet, and they expected me to fully replace him for a whopping 16 hours or so... with a repertoire I had never seen or played before... I had to come clean about my big band experience so far, so trumpet #3 stepped up and I filled his place and managed to muddle through somehow... interestingly enough, they did not throw me out afterwards with catcalls and rotten eggs, but invited me in as full replacement for the now promoted #3. I stayed with that outfit for a full eleven years, playing another 196 weddings with them, 40-50 balls, and smaller gigs, numerous... have never been without a big band ever since.

@BigDub In a local paper: "The inventor of Autocorrect just pissed away. He was an anthole. Restaurant in pieces."

@bigdub Sir Thomas Beecham is best remembered for this incident... He loved to mingle with the audience in Covent Garden during the interval. One day a guy rushed into him and without apology, asked him where the loo was. Sir Thomas told him to follow a certain passage, adding, "The first door is labelled "Ladies". Don't go in there. The second door is labelled "Gentlemen". Go in there nevertheless."

Two trumpet players in Rome, in the only caffè possible!
barliman2001, left, and ssmith1226, right.

A friend of mine, former musical show trumpet player Alexander Gerzenberg, now has decided to throw his vast expertise in all things trumpet in with the Breslmaier company, being part responsible for mouthpiece development. A few days back, he gave me one of his first efforts at hands-on creating screw rim mouthpieces for my birthday. It's quite a story, so I am sharing it with you.
One of the chief products of Breslmaier is creating screw-on rims for existing mouthpieces, and vice versa. Usually, the leftover bits are thrown away for recycling... now Alexander has made it his pastime to root through the throwaways looking for something nice. What he found was a Bach Mt. Vernon 1 1/2 stem and cup, and a Bach Mt. Vernon 1 1/4 rim, both discarded. He cut a thread on both, inserted a slightly tapered distance ring and thus created what might easily be described as a Bach Mt. Vernon 1 1/4 A mouthpiece...
I played it for a full day yesterday, on both my Courtois Balanced and Olds Recording, and it was fabulous... nice control, warm silky smooth sound with optional paint-stripping... definitely a keeper! Thank you, Alexander!

P.S.: Tried it on my Courtois Roger Delmotte D today, a very mouthpiece-sensitive horn, and it was grand on that as well...

Suddenly, after a longish wait, I found "Global Moderator" beside my name... well, quite a few people here know about me from TM, but for all those who don't or who did not really care at the time, here's all about me. I don't have a fancy website - more or less because I'm busy updating my wife's website. But here's everything of interest about me:
I'm a 53-year-old Bavarian (well, German national, but I prefer my local tribe) living in Austria, near Vienna. Married to an opera singer (www.reginaschoerg.com). By trade, I am a historian.
My musical past consisted of children's choir, then the local church choir and finally, after studying voice with several renowned teachers, soloist with the Passau Cathedral Choir and the Dublin Guinness Choir. From age four, I played piano - did not really like it, but was good at it.
Until I accidentally put my hand through a glass door and cut a nerve. Fortunately, the same year I had won my first trumpet in a raffle... went on to Kinneil Band in Scotland (current British National Champions!), then back to Germany. Seven years in Ireland, playing with a number of brass bands and the Greystones Symphony, eventually conducting this orchestra. Since then, Principal Trumpet of the one and only Vienna Klezmer Orchestra (www.klezmerorchester.at) and webmaster for Munich-based Markus Fluhr Big Band (www.bbmf.de).
So far, I have performed on trumpet in twelve different countries and a total of 97 orchestras or bands (usually as a sub). I have been known to pack the car at a moment's notice and drive several days just for one interesting gig...
My finest moment in history? When I walked into a Vienna coffee house and they had a clarinet converted into a table lamp!

Feel free to contact me - I'm sure to answer.

Three important points:

1. I would be extremely honoured if Rowuk were to consent to share the Holy Office of Moderatorship.

2. I acknowledge that administrators are human beings with all human failings. But perhaps the administrator could be persuaded to open a second account as "admin - private" to voice those topics he/she/it can't address in an official capacity. Then we could soundly abuse him without abusing the office...

3. The main reason for the disappearance of TM was that no one knew who the admin was, where the community was based and how to access the server and such small technical details. I am not aware that the situation as to TB is in any way different. If we don't want to have the same thing happen to TB, we need to make sure someone else apart from the admin knows how to manage things in case the admin has toothache or the runs or is incapacitated by the three main reasons why trumpet players disappear: Drink, Dungeon or Death.

So, just to get everyone up to date on me as a moderator and a human being... and explaining why I have been more or less absent for such a long time...

End of last October, I suffered a stroke. Mild one - the medical term is infarctus cerebelli, a closure of a blood vessel in that part of the brain. Our medical men have already commented on that, and their comments were very helpful indeed.

Since then, I have had five weeks in hospital and another five weeks of rehab. The latter was fun - very attentive nurses, lots of programme, and a chance of concentrating on Arban again (I had my pocket trumpet with me, with a practice mute, and managed to do at least an hour per day...)

Since then, things have been improving very much. From just lying in bed without being able to properly move, I have progressed to being able to walk - albeit slowly. Within the house, it's free walking, with an occasional grab at a table whenever vertigo raises its ugly head, and outside I am still dependent on crutches (can get by with one, but it's safe with two).

Driving is no option yet - have to get a specialist's assessment for that. The rehab clinic did a full assessment and told be that my reactions and sight are good enough to drive, but as the clinic would be liable if I caused an accident after being in their care, they denied my ability to drive (simpl for liability issues!)

That specialist's assessment is on 11 April; but notwithstanding the results, I will be going to Sicily to my annual holiday with Symphonic Holidays (www.dacapo-travel.eu) for nine days of rehearsals topped up with a concert... going by train from Munich to Bologna, and then by night train directly to Cefalu - which, by the way, is a very charming small town near Palermo...

More updates later!

Now here's my report on what happened since I last wrote...

I am not yet fully recovered after my stroke, and I very much doubt I will come back to the same shape I was beforehand (lost too much weight, har, har!). Even though I am back to driving myself, my former zest for long-distance driving has disappeared, and I am medically unfit to fly. Walking is possible, even though I need a crutch to avoid toppling over and am more comfortable with two.
Bearing all this in mind, I decided to go to Sicily by train. Fortunately, there is a connection from Munich to Cefalu requiring only one change of trains... and I reserve tickets accordingly, including the disabilit services of the train companies involved.
And it went like oiled clockwork. I arrived at Munich main station by taxi to find a porter with an electric cart already waiting for me. He brought me and my luggage (one biggish case for the ordinary needs of ten days of travel, and a Ritter Junior gig bag containing my Courtois Balanced Bb, my Courtois Roger Delmotte D, four mutes - straight, cup, bucket and Harmon - a music folder and all the necessary titbits) directly to my train for Bologna, helped me in, carried my luggage to my reserved seat and stowed it there. Very comfortable train ride to Bologna, where two guys with a wheelchair and ramp greeted me at my seat, brought me and my stuff to the exit and to a special waiting lounge. There, I was able to safely leave my accoutrements while roaming about the station. In good time, another two guys colleted me from that lounge, brought me to my sleeper train to Cefalu and settled me into my compartment... Italy has very nice long-distance night trains.

This was my temporary home for the 17-hour journey to Sicily.

Next morning, I was served breakfast in my compartment...

At the rather rural station of Cefalu, I was met - in the train - by the next team, escorted into a wheelchair and removed from the train with an hydraulic lift and had my welcome meal with the members of the orchestra...
The next nine days were filled with rehearsals of three wonderful pieces - William Grant Still's Wood Notes, Brahms' Double Concerto and Kurt Weill's Second Symphony. Tough going; but fortunately, we were well guided by conductor Cayenna Ponchione, and the whole thing culminated in a really nice concert in the sold-out Teatro Cicero in Cefalu...


And the return journe worked like a treat even though the Italian railways were supposed to be on strike (but by law, night trains and disabled services are not allowed to be hit by strike action)...

A view of the Mediterranean, from my compartment...

AND HERE ARE THE PICS:

@Dr-GO
Old chestnut... Two guys are carrying a grand piano up a skyscraper - the lift was too small. Finally, on the 29th floor, one guy says to the other, "I've got good and bad news for you." - "What's the good?" - "We're on the correct floor." - "And the bad?" - "We're in the wrong house."

I've been on many mouthpiece safaris in my life, and in consequence, I've assembled a heap of mouthpieces... many of them now obsolete for me. This thread brought me to think over my collection; and I've found that there are only a few things that I have learnt that are really of help to anyone:

1. If you are a beginner or a re-starter, don't start off with the expensive mouthpieces. Try out sizes and shapes with Arnold & Sons (aka Stoelzel). They are exact and durable Bach clones, at less than a quarter of the cost.
2. Have at least one plastic (or rather non-metal) mouthpiece of your size - invaluable for those mid-winter outdoor gigs that pay well because conditions are so poor.
3. If you are trying out different cups while staying with the same kind of rim, think of the Stomvi Combination System: One rim, two stems, eight cups... somewhat like the Warburton or Breslmaier screw-rim systems, but less expensive.

And if there are mouthpieces around your home that you will definitely never use again, donate them to deserving causes. I sent a box of 20 assorted mouthpieces (and a few instruments) to a friend of mine who was starting a school band in Bulgaria to keep kids off the streets. The band is going strong, juvenile crime in the area has halved, and the band are now regularly invited to play at civic events.

Just to clear up things before any misunderstandings crop up.

In the thread about graduate schools Dr. Mark became unnecessarily and personally abusive to Kehaulani. He was asked to apologize and avoid abusive language (in a Private Message), was then warned publicly and became directly abusive to me and refused to adhere to the Rule of Respect. He left one last very abusive message and left.

The Good Lord told Man, "I am going to create women for you, beautiful, obedient, and submissive. And you will find them in all four corners of the world."
And then he made the world round, and laughed.

A string quartet are on the road to a recital, and their car is run over by a big truck. All of them pass away, and meet again at the Pearly Gates. St. Peter welcomes them, saying, "Well, that truck somehow was not quite planned... as compensation, you can now do almost anything, rehearse without a single cracked note, play concerts before the greatest composers of all time, and they will applaud you... there's only one caution: Never, NEVER ever step onto one of those little black clouds."
And everything goes well in heaven. They rehearse to their hearts' content, and play concerts; at one, Bach, Beethoven, Brahms and Bartók are in the audience together. But after a few weeks, the First Violinist comes to rehearsal with a horribly ugly old woman at his side... when his colleagues ask him how that came about, he just swears, "those d##n b####y little black clouds... I stepped on one, there was lightning and thunder, and there she was." The other three renew their determination never ever to step on a little black cloud... but they get careless, and first the cellist, then the Second Violin appear at rehearsal saddled with the ugliest and most screwish women in history.
After a few more months, the viola player appears at the morning rehearsal with a stunning young blonde at his side, in an extreme minimum of clothing... of course, his colleagues are curious as to what happened to him... "Oh, nothing happened to me, guys", is the viola players reply. "It's her who stepped on a little black cloud."