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Vienna 1971—A Student Journal
A year of music, study, travel, sightseeing & friends.

Day 67 — *?!%?!!-@?
08-October-1971 (Fri.)


TRANSCRIPT

Today was my typical day.

Practice morning; rest; practice afternoon; rest—actually, the rest is not such a rest—practice at night. All together, a little over 3 hours after the first session my lip was extremely tired. After that, I was going downhill. My lip kept on changing—and everything would be different all the time—* And I’m really not sure what to do to make the best change. That’s what is really frustrating.

Now, my lip is dead, and it feels like I’m getting a blister! *?!%?!!-@?


REFLECTIONS

*?!%?!!-@? Clever blog title, huh? Look at that, one day earlier I admit that I am swearing, and today I actually swear in my journal, thus the blog title. To be truthful, I replaced some unknown glyph-character with the percent sign because no computer character exists for that symbol. Call it literary license. In general, I don't think swearing is all that helpful. Frustration and anger does bring out the worst in the human character. Easy-going is better and much more fun. Ok?

No swearing. Easy-going.

Don’t gimme any lip. I did practice a lot, and that’s good. Three hours is a bit much on a brass instrument and explains why my lip went dead. I bet that a lot of you will think that I’m a whiner—but I’m not. We tend to only write about the things that are frustrating, or problems, and occasionally new and exciting things. Just like the news and TV. So, I apologize for all of this whining 36 years ago.

Let’s see what happens tomorrow.

John

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