Bach and Birthin' Babies

I rocked some JSB today.  Well, not really, but an attempt was made.  I'm trying out some more flutes this Thursday, and I figured it would be good to have a piece or two under my fingers so I can do some good comparison fluting.  I decided that the second movement of the Bach C Major Sonata would be a good test of mid- and low-register sound, and, since it's a jaunty little tune, response.

The music store I'll be heading to is Alberto Grossi Woodwinds in Arlington.  I'd love to bring the Hammig/Trevor James combo to the store and use it as the standard to which I judge the other instruments. The trial period on TJ ends that day, though, and Ms. Trimber is picking up the flute at my office before I leave for Arlington.  Perhaps she'll let me keep it a bit longer.  I am, after all, a serious customer.

Keith mentioned to me after reading my prior blog post that perhaps (and why this didn't occur to me, I have no clue) the iPhone tuner is not terribly accurate.  I tested it with my electric piano, which is in tune.  The verdict -- the tuner is way off.  I suppose I'll eventually need to invest in a real tuner, but getting the flute seems like the more logical first step.

As for work, I witnessed new life being brought into the world again today.  This is why I don't hate my job.  It's always lovely when a delivery goes well, the new parents are beaming and the baby is pink, loud and healthy.  Having a kid isn't at the forefront of my mind, but that kind of moment brings me pause.  I'm nigh 40.  Should I raise one of my own?  Nah.  My dog is enough for me. And speaking of --