This past weekend I played a concert with a college orchestra. I use the terms "college" and orchestra" loosely. This tiny ensemble was nearly half filled with local musicians, players I know from other jobs - and even this quantity of pros was not able to elevate the gig significantly. The tiny group of students really struggled with intonation, balance, counting, articulation, and just about every other metric I can name. They had had a long rehearsal in the afternoon before the concert, and were mentally and physically worn out. We dragged ourselves - the conductor, bless his heart, dragged us - through a new work by Robert Paterson, the Mozart Double Piano Concerto (what a charming piece! And beautifully played by the two soloists despite the chaos behind them), and Brahms’s Second Symphony. This job was hard for me. When you are surrounded by ghastly intonation, it’s almost impossible to sound good. And the harder you try to at le...