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? :)
Listen, I'm just going to say it.. this one time, in band camp...
ReplyDeleteI 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...
ReplyDeleteBut 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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