Harp Hell: A never-ending production of Die Walkure, that is nothing but the Magic Fire Music repeated ad infinitum.
Tuning harps endlessly in 100% humidity with air conditioning going off and on every half-hour.
Playing an endlessly repeating “The Fantasticks” with a beefed-up percussion part for the harpist, an 80-year-old actress playing the Girl, two children playing the Fathers, a Mute who keeps talking, an El Gallo who ****s everyone in the production, a Boy who goes off-pitch on all his high notes, all for Off-Broadway union scale, only you never get a paycheck; and you have to play on a 150-year-old harp.
Teaching a beginner who has no memory, so every lesson you have to start over again from scratch.
Constantly being required to show up for rehearsal in Carnegie Hall with the New York Philharmonic, only you are in pajamas or nothing at all, have no music, and they expect you to play on a square harp with no pedals, or a double-size harp with twice as many strings, and you are subbing.