When We Are Too Afraid/Tired/Frustrated to Share
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One of my main goals with this blog is to increase the amount of positive content there is on the information super highway regarding musicians and what we do . At the same time, I want to share the reality of what it's like to be a musician specific to me - a women, a mom, a bassoonist, living and performing in a very unlikely locale. Here follows a conversation that I bump up against a lot. BACKGROUND: (Read this if you want to know what traveling musicians do.) Last week was my monthly residency with the Billings Symphony . Every month of the concert season (September - April) I spend 6 days (Tuesday - Sunday) fulfilling my duties as principal bassoonist of this wonderful orchestra! My compensation includes a per service fee, mileage, daily per Diem and housing. It's tricky because I'm already on the road a lot with the Chinook Winds. Being a homeschool mom means that when I'm not around I either have to find someone to fill my shoes at home, emb