Silician Sketchbook

Except I can’t handle hills.

Prior to Thursday, I hadn’t opened my clarinet case in 7 years. I know that the past couple days I kept saying 6, but neglected to remember that I fast tracked. Despite the age, it was in the condition as I remembered it, with the exception of really stiff cork tendons on all of the parts. Even the reeds in the case hadn’t aged. At all. I hadn’t exactly kept my clarinet case in a cool and dry place, but I suppose that it was both cool and dry enough, and the case afforded some additional margin, and my clarinet itself is plastic.

Don’t boo me or anything. I was a competent player, but a career in clarinet never really crossed my mind. Now that I cared to look at my clarinet’s make and model, turns out it’s a Vito Reso-Tone 3, one of the better known plastic clarinets. It’s second-hand, purchased approaching 11 years ago for $250 at the time, about what it would have cost to rent the same clarinet for 2 years. It could use some reconditioning now, or even 7 years ago, but I’m not sure when I’m going to play it again, if ever.

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