My rustic office has only one wall. My laptop is on a table against the outside of the log cabin camp office. It’s horn camp time again – I’m back for my annual two weeks at the Kendall Betts Horn Camp at Camp Ogontz in the beautiful White Mountains of upstate New Hampshire. Most days I will be pretty busy and may not have time to do much internetting; this office is the only building of the 100 Camp Ogontz buildings that has wifi – if you’re not sitting right here, no wifi, which, after you go through your withdrawal symptoms – wonderful. Without electronic distractions, the brain can think and plan and speculate and conjour again. Without being in thrall to electrons for a change, stuff can happen. Do you think Bach would have been able to do a fourth of what he turned out if he had had email?
So I can do an occasional quick email fix here (ok, and to play a bit of Hanging with Friends), but all the rest of the time, I get to focus on horn. And thinking about horn. I filled several pages of horn/music/technique thoughts in my notebook last night and early this morning, something I haven’t done for a while (perhaps not since last year’s camp…). Man, it felt good. To have the peace and lack of distraction to think again. And try stuff. And write it down.