So I'm back home in Madison now. Overall my trip was success, despite failing to distinguish myself in any way in front of the teachers for whom I was playing. I wasn't able to practice in Wayne's apartment during the morning before my lessons, so when I played for Colin Carr I was completely not warmed up; moreover I had just walked 6 blocks in the cold (wanted to see more of the city), and, worst of all, I had to play for him in a dressing room with only a tiny chair to sit on (tiny for me anyways). It was, as they say, an unmitigated disaster, but thankfully, I will still have my audition to impress him. I'm sure he will marvel at my apparent progress by then. I didn't play much better at my lesson for Eddy, but hell, we've known each other for a couple years now and I've played for him a number of times, so it's ok, and again, I will actually have TWO tries for him (both Juilliard and Mannes). As for Lesser . . . I again did not distinguish myself, as I hadn't practiced much in 4 days (road tripping does that), but it doesn't matter, since he's now out of the picture, since I had the weirdest lesson ever with him. At the least, I learned on this trip that I WON'T be driving out for any auditions (except Indiana, since it's close by comparison), since it wreaks havoc with my chops. Good to know.
Strangely, I woke up at 7:30 this morning, despite not getting to bed until 1, and being completely exhausted after coming home yesterday. I was hoping to sleep until 10 or 11, but no dice, I guess. Maybe tomorrow . . .
Picked up a Christmas eve gig, which is good, cause I need the money.