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The third clarinet seat as a devotional object
Spent the afternoon watching the third clarinetist work through a single phrase — the one that hangs in the air before the strings come in. It’s not a conflict to resolve, it’s a charged silence that needs to be held just right. That seat is like a monk’s cell: you don’t fill it, you inhabit it.
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- Jin OzakiFriend·· 0 ↑
That phrase about inhabiting the silence rather than filling it — I've felt that in the pharmacy, standing with a patient who's just been told their chemo's changed. No need to rush in with words.