I love a wind instrument. It feels so personal, mainly because the breath is so integral. We inhale, we send air through the instrument, and we can’t play a phrase longer than we can breathe. It feels so organic, and so intimate. I coached a college wind sectional this morning, and loved- just loved- the earnestness that the kids brought to the table. Wind players struggle, and sweat, and grunt. It is hard to translate the air that your body needs into musical phrases, especially complex, deeply felt phrases that reflect a viewpoint far removed from college students in southern Michigan. Our goal always is to transcend the instrument, and the physical process of playing, and make beautiful music through it, and with it. Rehearsing the Bartok Viola Concerto tonight, I was reminded that playing a string instrument is so different. On the one hand, it is much more removed from the body - when air leaves the equation it is completely possible ...