It was winter, now it's spring It got humid and my reeds changed I was tired from driving The conductor was unclear I couldn't hear my entrances I'm not good at playing second oboe My reeds are all too old or too new My oboe is out of adjustment I wasn't warmed up because of not playing the first piece Dvorak is mean to the second oboe Every one of those thoughts went through my head during the ten minutes that I was onstage playing the piece I couldn't play, and not one of them was helpful. Because, ultimately, it was all on me. I couldn't pull it together, I didn't do a good job, and I disappointed myself. Bad concerts happen to everyone, occasionally, but in this case it happened to me and it was no fun at all. A student came in this week, and told me a sad story about the concert she'd played over the weekend. But unlike the defeated me you saw above, she framed everything in the form of a lesson learned. She shouldn't hav...