I finally played my English horn yesterday...for the first time since Camelot at the end of October. Yikes! I forgot how to form an embouchure. The instrument is full of sticky pads. My Ds came out as C#s. G#s were Gs. Everything was down the octave. I'm going to have to play a few minutes (at first) every day to learn how to play again. And hopefully that will bring the horn back to life without having to get it adjusted before my next set--less than two weeks from now!
Anyway, my audience was my 6-week old baby Harry. He flinched a little at me crowing my reed. He didn't really like the low notes, but his scrunched up sad face went away when I started the New World solo. I think he liked it! Finally a critic that didn't mind the wrong notes (see above: not my fault), a pretty crappy sound, and a player so out of shape, she could only play two solos for him. Solo #2 was Roman Carnival Overture, but Harry decided he'd had enough.
We'll see if he likes Hindemith and Stravinsky tomorrow!