Monday, October 25, 2010


“Looking at you with your saxophone, I can see how divas are born,” said Dave yesterday.


I may like my music stand taller than usual, so that the slant of the supporting feet is almost vertical, which makes it top-heavy, so Dave has had to attach one of his weight-lifting weights to the bottom, to stop the thing from falling over. I do like lots of light so I need to play in front of the window; I like to play in bare feet; I can’t stand it if my glasses aren’t sitting straight on my nose; and if people want to listen to me, they have to be somewhere out of my line of sight.

Does this mean I am a diva?

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