In the years freelancing, from 1970-72 my yearly car mileage averaged 40,000. I was spending more time looking through a car windscreen than watching a man waving a stick. It was time to consider my options.
I think it was George Hurst who told me that BBC Bristol were looking for a new manager for the Training Orchestra. He must have mentioned my name to them, because I received a letter inviting me to discuss an appointment.
I was 40 years old and had been a professional horn player for twenty two of those years***. There were many bright young players, inspired by the achievements of Dennis Brain, Ifor James, Barry Tuckwell and the like, who would be aiming for my chair.
So I decided to take the Bristol Job and give up playing except for my own amusement.
Who wants to be fighting to keep his chair against all "young pretenders" until the age of 60; just to reach his pensionable age? I adopted the attitude that, if anyone could say that they had heard me play badly, they would need to have a long memory - not a short one.
So I would give up playing for money in spite of many attempts by friends "not to be so stupid" (or obstinate, or selfish).
The vacancy in Bristol was due to the early retirement on health grounds of the present incumbant. (Heart attack - not a good omen)
The post was listed as "Assistant-in-charge" and the salary scale was AS4 (Administrative Services Grade IV) but I pointed out in interview that the requirements were those of a Manager, rated MP2 (Management and Production, more than twice the money)
I had stumbled on a winner. The poor chap I would be replacing had, in fact, been doing a certain amount of production for the orchestra's studio broadcasts.
Later, when I found out what I had taken on, I was inclined to wonder whether that was the reason for those heart attacks.
Anyway, I even managed to add a subsistence allowance for overnight hotel accomodation and felt quite pleased with myself, but when I discovered what I had taken on, I wasn't so sure.
However I will leave that for my next installment of that Fairy Tale for Grownups "Hornspieler and the 3 B's"
HS.
I think it was George Hurst who told me that BBC Bristol were looking for a new manager for the Training Orchestra. He must have mentioned my name to them, because I received a letter inviting me to discuss an appointment.
I was 40 years old and had been a professional horn player for twenty two of those years***. There were many bright young players, inspired by the achievements of Dennis Brain, Ifor James, Barry Tuckwell and the like, who would be aiming for my chair.
So I decided to take the Bristol Job and give up playing except for my own amusement.
Who wants to be fighting to keep his chair against all "young pretenders" until the age of 60; just to reach his pensionable age? I adopted the attitude that, if anyone could say that they had heard me play badly, they would need to have a long memory - not a short one.
So I would give up playing for money in spite of many attempts by friends "not to be so stupid" (or obstinate, or selfish).
The vacancy in Bristol was due to the early retirement on health grounds of the present incumbant. (Heart attack - not a good omen)
The post was listed as "Assistant-in-charge" and the salary scale was AS4 (Administrative Services Grade IV) but I pointed out in interview that the requirements were those of a Manager, rated MP2 (Management and Production, more than twice the money)
I had stumbled on a winner. The poor chap I would be replacing had, in fact, been doing a certain amount of production for the orchestra's studio broadcasts.
Later, when I found out what I had taken on, I was inclined to wonder whether that was the reason for those heart attacks.
Anyway, I even managed to add a subsistence allowance for overnight hotel accomodation and felt quite pleased with myself, but when I discovered what I had taken on, I wasn't so sure.
However I will leave that for my next installment of that Fairy Tale for Grownups "Hornspieler and the 3 B's"
HS.
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So. "Back to the Future. Please wait until my next post which concerns the happenings of a once professional musician who found another way of life.
I promise that I won't keep you waiting too long.
When I started this thread, I was quite unaware of the existence of a motion picture film of that name.
So my apologies to the owners of that copyright for choosing that particularly intreguing title.?
(Perhaps one of our genial hosts will change the Title of this thread? I would suggest "A Change of Direction" might be appropriate?
So, like some other contributors to this forum, I can only admit to being a former professional musician who is out of touch with the existing situation.
I hope that there may be some contribution from others of the problems arising for many of those struggling to maintain their positions until pensionable age in the knowledge that there is a host of young musicians looking to take over - back a desk, back a desk, back a desk ---out of the door!
We've all seen it happen to our former coleagues.
I have been lucky to have been able to find a new way of life and retain fond memories of the "old times"
How about your thoughts, regarding a problem which affects many a professional performing entertainer (not only musicians)
HS
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