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You Can Never Have Too Many French Horns

I am going to buy a new horn today. Do I need one? Of course not, but that's not the point.

I received my first horn seven years ago from husband--an extravagant birthday present. It was a fine Yamaha horn and suited me well as I relearned the instrument. After a couple of years, I was ready for a bigger, more professional model and bought a Conn 8D through Ebay. I sold the Yamaha on Ebay as well, so it was almost an even trade.

The Conn is considerably bigger and heavier and requires more air to push out the notes. But I worked with it and improved my breathing techniques enough to play in public. I have done well with this new horn, but by nature it does nothing to help with accuracy--the horn is considered one of the most difficult instruments to play because the valves are only suggestions for what note you hit, not really a guarantee like with other instruments. It can be nerve-wracking, which is why so many professional horn players are alcoholics. When I play complicated rhythms or higher notes, I sound a little sloppy, sometimes a lot sloppy, and I occasionally miss the pitch after a few measures of rest. I have been working on those problems for a couple of years with a teacher at a college, a teacher who is also a horn dealer for Atkinson horns, but I still have so far to go.

My teacher loaned me an Atkinson horn to play last spring, and it was so noticeably easier than my Conn, so much cleaner and with a greater range for someone at my level. It's the same size as the Conn but made with thinner metal, so it is naturally cleaner and smoother. So, now I am ready to buy the thing--I have been playing it for a week, and I am so happy with it.

Pretty, wouldn't you say?

Comments

Vic said…
It is indeed a very pretty thing, Scout.
Anonymous said…
You betcha! Can't wait to hear it :)
HAPPY NEW HORN DAY!!!!!!!
PF
Nice horn scout!! good luck with it and enjoy!!

Too many horn? no way. I once owned three trumpets a trumbone and managed to use all of them. Now I'm down to two trumpets one acoustic and an electric guitar.
dive said…
That's gorgeous, Robyn.
I'm glad you spent some time getting to know it before buying it. Now you know that it will sound great.
Enjoy!
Mrs. G. said…
It is stunning. And, Scout, I think you how I feel about French horns and the people who play them.
Terroni said…
Just curious...how much does such a thing cost?
Scout said…
Terroni, you could spend over $10,000 on a horn if you really wanted to, or as little as $2000 for a student model. This one is listed for nearly $5000, but my teacher gave me a great deal.
Miz Minka said…
And with Blogger's video function, you can have your hubby make a video tape of you playing your beautiful new horn -- for those of us who won't be coming to Small Town anytime soon to hear you play! ;) Go, Scout, go!
Gina said…
I have always thought French horns were so beautiful looking.

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