As a violinist, every now and again I come down with a classic case of trombone envy. Warning signs include angst about the amount of notes I have to play, yearning for a naturally louder instrument, and worst of all, utter frustration over why the trombone isn’t used in half of a symphony. On more than a few occasions I catch myself thinking ‘this isn’t fair’ as I rub my tired arms during rehearsals.
String players, violins in particular, usually slave away for an entire piece while the trombone players get to sit for 40 minutes and come in for just “the good stuff” in any given symphony. The good stuff is what my parents used to call it when the brass would come in at the end of a symphony and dominate the scene making the audience jump to their collective feet at last loud chord.








