Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Dream & Inward Journeys- "The Best Seat in the House"


What I Imagined the bassoon to be.

A while back, towards the beginning of the semester, I read a story in “Dreams and Inward Journeys” called The Best Seat in The House.  I must admit it starts off a bit slow but once I found out it was written by a bassoonist who performs in Youth Orchestra’s my attitude completely changed towards the story. I suddenly had many questions and was left to ponder the thought, “What is a bassoon?”  Apparently it is a very difficult instrument to master. Honestly it sounds like an instrument that would appear in a Dr.Seuss story. 
Melissa Burns, the narrator of the story takes the reader through her brief childhood memory that she had of herself and her grandfather. We learn that he worked with wood and made this small beautiful box that is felt lined and over time it lost its “awe” and began to deteriorate. Eventually it was passed along to Burns. She called it the “reed graveyard”,  she explained it was the place her reeds went to die. I found this to be disgusting.  If this box is so sacred to you and hold such a deep meaning, why would you want to turn it into a graveyard for your slobbery reeds?  She explained why she kept her reeds, she said each had a different memory attached to it. I personally think that is a bit unsanitary. They are all piling up in this box, and since they are damp from her saliva, who knows what type if moldy bacteria is growing. I wouldn’t be surprised if she opened the box one day and all her reeds were green.

                Of course it is one of those stories that dealt with hardship. She tells how she traveled to Williamstown, MA from Niskayuna, NY just to learn to play the bassoon. Then we venture with her through Youth Orchestra and how she finally feels a part of something. All of this is nothing though because we learn that the youth orchestra is bound to play at Carnegie Hall! She speaks about for for months it was nothing but continuous hard work and dedication to her bassoon! Finally when we reach that cathartic moment of the youth orchestra playing in Carnegie; Burn’s tells of her foreign instructor being composed in the front and how her grandfather (although dead) smiled and watched from the ceiling. Now here’s the kicker, “From the time I found my seat on stage until the concert was over, my memories are blurred.” She doesn’t even remember playing on stage! Something she has always dreamt of, and it’s one big blur! I was a bit disappointed when I read up to that point, because I was expecting some grand description of what occurred. Instead I got an, I forgot. But I guess that’s what happens when you jam so hard, that bassoon just wipes away your memory! 


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