When I have a truly great practice day it feels so good! I am exhausted because I've been playing all day. But so many things kept coming together; I didn't want to stop.
I managed to get out for a walk about half way through the day, and it was freezing out. But I had dressed well and kept walking, and I eventually warmed up.
My iPod (my PalmPre) was on shuffle for all the classical music I have on it, including that fabulous Schoenberg album with Michel Arrignon playing. There's also another great clarinet player on a collection of Poulenc, his Les Animaux Modeles, Les Bisches, some piano piece. Lovely clarinet playing.
I had all these great tones in my ear, and as soon as I returned home I went to my practice room and started playing again.
I had in the past briefly connected a certain tone in my ear with how to achieve it on clarinet, the type of support involved, the voicing, the pitfalls. But the connection was always brief, or difficult to repeat.
Today it came together again, and I was just familiar enough with what had happened from previous attempts to analyse it, and to grasp it one step deeper.
I recorded a description of the physical nature of the experience, subjective as it may be, on my digital voice recorder for later review. I find that recording descriptions of how things feel helps trigger a body memory of it next time.
I could write about it now, but I won't. First, I'm starving. I'm getting some Chinese carry out to eat. Second, I don't want to blab about something so complex until I'm sure of how to describe it in a way that doesn't sound like I'm too nutty a professor, off in my own little paradise. I want the technique to be secure and reliably repeatable.