DISCLAIMER: I am NOT a medical doctor. From time to time, I might offer insight into exercises for good "chop health" as it pertains to the instrument, but nothing I say in this blog should be considered a substitute for a proper medical diagnosis!!!
A couple of weeks ago, I officially became a Candidate for the Doctor of Musical Arts degree at the University of Alabama. This is particularly poignant for me, considering that not too many years ago, I thought I had permanently lost the ability to play the trombone. My friends know the story of "The Wreck," but few, if any, really know all I went through to find my face again. The journey itself has done a great deal to help define me as a musician and a man, and if sharing this journey can help one person out there, it's worth sharing.
To set the scene...Y2K was coming, and everyone worried if their computers would stop working at the stroke of midnight on January 1, 2000. Russian President Boris Yeltsin survived impeachment proceedings and shook up his cabinet, firing his Prime Minister. It was the summer of Ricky Martin and Christina Aguilera, with "Livin la Vida Loca" and "Genie In a Bottle" being played on the radio NON STOP. Let's go back in time to August 1999. :)