Stories from My Life
Several weeks ago, I announced the publication of Stories from My Life, a series of eight short memoirs I’ve written between novels. If you missed that announcement, you can read it here.
Here's another excerpt from Words and Music: Best Friends and Musical Partners, the fifth short memoir.
Shortly after Tony arrived in the orchestra, I began noticing something: when he was there, I played better. For a while I thought it was my imagination, a good feeling I got when my friend was nearby. But others noticed, too. I asked Tony about it.
It wasn’t my imagination, he explained. It was the way he played, like all good second trumpets. Tony had learned it from his teacher, Irving Bush.
Here is the secret: the louder the low note, the better the high note sounds. When parts are written in octaves, a really good second trumpet is playing incredibly loud. If it’s done correctly and the low note is in tune, the sound waves will mesh and the high note will soar; it has surprisingly little to do with the person playing the high note, which in this case was me. I sounded great, and the reason—owing to physics—was Tony.
I didn’t always play first trumpet. Later, in community orchestras, I played second and Tony was first. Eventually I didn’t play at all, but the idea remained the same. It’s been true for years now. Tony supports me. I support Tony. Our parallel lives advance in octaves, and whoever’s on second trumpet plays incredibly loud.
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