Reeds are our saviors. We can blame anything on them, thank goodness. “Oops, I squeaked! Oh well, that wasn’t a great reed after all.” Or, “Man, I can’t believe how much my reed’s changed since two hours ago. No wonder I’m having trouble with that run!” Oh yes, the weather is our second savior. From November through March we’re off the hook. No need to practice, since it wastes reed which could be saved for performances. Kidding aside, we do struggle with those neurotic slivers of bamboo, thinner than finger nails. My students ask me…






