I think it was around 6th grade, where we got to choose which musical instrument to play in the band. I have no recollection if it was a choice to be in the band or not, but they did let us choose which instrument we wanted to play. Yippee!
I chose the flute. I was so excited, I knew it was what I wanted to play. I kinda wanted to play the drums, but I was a little intimidated for sure. Shy Naomi was ready for the flute.
"Oh, I'm sorry, your upper lip is misshaped and you won't be able to play the flute. Here, try a clarinet. You'll love it."
what?? my dreams of being an elegant, girly flute player were crushed. what the heck was a clarinet and what was this dry, pasty reed thingy I have to put in my mouth.
But I did play the clarinet and I did like it.
Still, I think all the girls wanted to play the flute, so they had to find a way to spread the wealth among the other, less desirable instruments.
Was this my first run-in with "the man" I wonder? :)
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Listen, I'm just going to say it.. this one time, in band camp...
I never played an instrument, my parents had been stunf by most of siblings REALLY wanting to play the trumpet, trombone, etc. and never picking them up that when I came along it wasn't an option...I did however hang out with the jazz band in junior high and high school, and worked as a recording tech for a time in college...But what I really wnated to play was the drums...
But weren't you *always* first chair with that pasty reed in your mouth? I seem to recall you always sitting about 6 seats to my right ... **squeeeeak** ... yes, that was me : )
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