Audition Addict

According to http://www.musicalchairs.info/, the closest audition to my area is only a 14.5 hour drive South East to the wonderful world of Orlando, FL for a very exciting sublist audition.

I recently took my first orchestral audition for the Monroe Symphony Orchestra, where I was not offered the job, but was placed on the call list. Even though I did not win, I felt the experience was the most exhilarating, adrenaline rush I have yet to encounter.

I feel like I may have an addiction to a "substance" that is all out of supply, and oh so full of demand.

I am an audition addict. And, I love it.

Unfortunately, however, I fell in love with a very large instrument, with a very small job market. Yet, somehow I am okay with that. I know that all I can do between each audition is make my self a stronger, musical, orchestral musician, rather than just a tuba player.

My end goal in life is not to be a great tuba player.

My end goal in life is to become a great musician.

Will that happen? The odds are defnitely against me.

But if that is my intention, my dream, my calling. I need to get back into the practice room.

Faccio musica

Music is what I do. 


Striving for perfection has always been something that I have attempted in anything and everything I do, yet nothing has even compared to the hard work, dedication, self-motivation, mental and physical stamina, time commitment, practice, work ethic, and most importantly love that is required to become a classically trained musician. 


I play the tuba, I don't let it play me. 


The hours I've spent with my horn are countless yet irreplaceable, hard, but the best hours I've ever spent.
And you know what excites me most? 


I'm not even close to being finished.