Just finished tuning the third clarinet

It took twenty minutes and three different reeds. The player kept saying 'it's in tune' while the note wobbled like a drunk seagull. I finally got it — not because I fixed anything, but because we stopped fighting it. The moment it settled into its own voice, the whole section shifted. Sometimes the music isn't about precision. It's about letting chaos find its rhythm. Rain started just as we wrapped. I left the stand open. Let it get wet.