Among the many skills I DON’T have is a modicum of musical talent. I was booed during a ballgame for singing the Star Spangled Banner…and I was HOME watching the game on TV! Not wanting the same fate to befall our children, we hired a piano teacher and they’re each in their fourth year of lessons. It amazes me how they can look at those hieroglyphics, press a bunch of buttons and make such lovely sounds.
“Dad, I think I want to take up another instrument but I can’t decide.” Our daughter was asking my advice.
“You already play piano and flute.”
“I know, but my teacher said we need a trombone player and a percussionist.” I didn’t realize there was such a shortage of trombonists. How the heck do they ever find seventy six of them to lead the big parade! I was hesitant because the image of her playing a trombone made me laugh, as did the thought of saying, “Meet my daughter, the trombonist.” Regarding percussion, I felt it was a lot easier to bring a flute to a campfire with your friends than a set of drums. Can you imaging carrying all those cymbals and cowbells over the…never mind.
“Honey, why don’t you stick with what you’re doing?”
“Yeah, you’re probably right. My piano teacher says it’s better to play a two handed instrument anyway.”
“Yeah, two hands, that’s definitely the way to go!” What the heck did I know.
“See ya!” she said and danced away.
“Whew!” I thought. “Just saved a few thousand bucks! But alas, one less trombonist. Oh well, such is life.” .