We watched Amy Schumer last night. Yes. She's beyond hilarious. Like way on the other side of it. Her opening comic was alright. But the first part of the show was actually her brother, Jason Stein, and his jazz trio.
Even I, who know quite a few words, have none to accurately describe his set.
Picture a grown man assaulting a bass clarinet. I'm calling his instrument a victim because what he put it through was unholy.
I played clarinet all through jr. high and high school. I loved it. I loved band. And I also love listening to live music. So my hopes were pretty damn high when they came out.
I'd brought ear plugs because I tend to have sensory overload, and I knew the show would be loud. Mr. Stein hit the first note, and I nearly dropped my purse because I was fumbling around for the ear plugs. Even when I jammed those bastards in so far they nearly touched, I was still subjected to the sound.
His embouchure was horrific. That's how his mouth is set on the mouthpiece. I've listened to purer notes coming from a high school student. The low notes were splatted out with more spit than air. The octave above wasn't bad, but there were many squeaks and this awful slurring like he didn't know whether he wanted to hit a high C or the one below it.
*shuddering*
I completely understand Amy wanting to support her brother. That's what family does. That's what family SHOULD do, at any rate.
But having to sit through his set was auditory assault. I literally felt pain.
So perhaps Mr. Stein can work on his chops. Tighten things up, so to speak. That would probably be a good idea.
And for those who are looking forward to Amy's upcoming appearances, God bless you.
Warning shot fired.
Grins*
Even I, who know quite a few words, have none to accurately describe his set.
Picture a grown man assaulting a bass clarinet. I'm calling his instrument a victim because what he put it through was unholy.
I played clarinet all through jr. high and high school. I loved it. I loved band. And I also love listening to live music. So my hopes were pretty damn high when they came out.
I'd brought ear plugs because I tend to have sensory overload, and I knew the show would be loud. Mr. Stein hit the first note, and I nearly dropped my purse because I was fumbling around for the ear plugs. Even when I jammed those bastards in so far they nearly touched, I was still subjected to the sound.
His embouchure was horrific. That's how his mouth is set on the mouthpiece. I've listened to purer notes coming from a high school student. The low notes were splatted out with more spit than air. The octave above wasn't bad, but there were many squeaks and this awful slurring like he didn't know whether he wanted to hit a high C or the one below it.
*shuddering*
I completely understand Amy wanting to support her brother. That's what family does. That's what family SHOULD do, at any rate.
But having to sit through his set was auditory assault. I literally felt pain.
So perhaps Mr. Stein can work on his chops. Tighten things up, so to speak. That would probably be a good idea.
And for those who are looking forward to Amy's upcoming appearances, God bless you.
Warning shot fired.
Grins*
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