Another music piece for Deanna. Always a pleasure. Two days ago my friend Sam's girlfriend, Avery, said "Oh, I liked seeing that piece of yours in the New Yorker. The cellist one." And I said "Yeah, they usually get me for cellos and sting instruments and violins and, yeah, just cellos, mostly." And she said "Yeah, I can see why that would be." And then I smiled at her and looked down.
Because it's one of those things, you know? Like, does it mean anything about my character if I like the cello and viola pieces? What does it mean that I'm not brass? Like, I'm not a saxophone girl, don't get me wrong. But what I'm trying to get at is, like, really, does this make me limited in some way that's obvious to everyone. I like woodwinds. What I really want to be is an oboe person. I like Antonio Vivaldi's sonata for Oboe in c minor. And the Duck's part in Peter and the Wolf. Like, if Sam's girlfriend doesn't know me and she sees me and she thinks it's so obvious that I'm strings then maybe I should just die now, you know?
I'm gonna have to think about this some more.