[lit-ideas] Musical Ambitions (was: Cheney's shooting expedition)

  • From: "Mike Geary" <atlas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
  • To: <lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
  • Date: Wed, 22 Feb 2006 00:08:01 -0600

Very interesting, Julie.

I had always wanted to play an instrument, but no one in our family played 
anything -- not even extended out to the 8 aunts and uncles, all our talent was 
in drinking, we were Irish after all. When I was 16, I gave up my paper route 
and took up working in grocery stores.  The next year I decided to take 
clarinet lessons.  Amro Music Store had tutors and lesson rooms and rented 
instruments by the month.  I loved learning clarinet but I knew absolutely 
nothing about music, and so it was an up hill struggle, and I can only imagine 
that it was heartbreaking experience for that poor teacher.  But after about 4 
or 5 months the Union went out on strike at the store and I found myself 
without any income and so had to give up my musical ambitions.  But that's only 
half the story.  The last day before turning in my clarinet, I was practicing 
it in my room. I set it on the floor, partially on a book and my younger 
brother came in and stepped on it, breaking the male insert off on one of the 
sections.  I was in a panic.  There was no way I could ever buy the damn thing. 
 So I glued the insert back onto the section, John Wayne Bobbitt like, and 
voila, it worked, except for the white circle of glue.  Never fear, black shoe 
polish is here.  I took black shoe wax and covered over the "scar tissue", took 
the clarinet back to Amro and told them how sorry I was I wouldn't be able to 
continue with my lessons.  They opened the case and I broke into a sweat.  
"Everything seems in order," he said and sent me on my way.  For months 
thereafter I expected the police to show up at my door, but it never happened.  
It was probably for the best that I had to give up music.  I have no talent for 
it whatsoever.  I can whistle a symphony but I can't carry a tune across a bar. 
 Universally people ask me to please stop singing.  

Envious,
Mike Geary
Memphis
  ----- Original Message ----- 
  From: JimKandJulieB@xxxxxxx 
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  Sent: Tuesday, February 21, 2006 10:40 PM
  Subject: [lit-ideas] Re: Cheney's shooting expedition


  I was taught piano from age 4 and violin from age 8 -- I wanted to play the 
flute, but my Mother had wanted to have violin lessons when she was a kid and 
couldn't, so she wanted them badly for me.  I didn't want to hurt her 
feelings....  I played both through College -- AA in Music, Primary instrument 
piano, secondary violin, some classical guitar.  When I had to leave College I 
couldn't face the instruments anymore.  I haven't touched the violin since.  
Sometimes if I'm alone in the house I mangle some Schubert or Beethoven on the 
piano for old times' sake.  My 14 year old has played violin (HER choice) for 5 
years, flute (HER choice) for 3 (Honors band and honors orchestra), and has 
quite successfully taught herself (because I didn't want to push it on her) the 
piano -- going in 9 months from my showing her middle C and how to hold her 
hands to playing a quite passable Chopin Prelude, entirely from memory.  She's 
begun composing her own music.  Scary.  I hope she doesn't burn out too soon.  
Her music is her destressor -- as it used to be mine.  When she's upset or 
angry or depressed she gravitates to her flute or piano and works it out.  She 
also sings in a local Symphony Society Choir.  Singing always changes her foul 
black moods to upbeat joy.  I miss "doing" music ....but the muscles and brain 
have atrophied and I can't stand the sound that emerges, knowing what I used to 
be able to do.  Blame Marlena -- she had to ask.

  Julie Krueger


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        Date: 2/21/06 10:12:15 P.M. Central Standard Time 
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  On Feb 21, 2006, at 6:59 PM, Eternitytime1@xxxxxxx wrote:

  >  
  > Wonder if he has a fishing license, too?
  >  
  > For me, $25 is a bit much--and so I can understand not wanting to pay 
  > for a license.  But, I will--it IS the law after all...but it makes me 
  > cross--I don't want to because of sparing the money, not because I'm 
  > above the law.
  [snip]

  > Speaking of the price of gas, (whine whine), I had to not allow my 
  > child to take the bass lessons he always wanted--the orchestra teacher 
  > in his middle school said that my son could catch up if he took the 
  > lessons form this guy--who's the best in the area--so that within two 
  > years, he'd be not only ready for high school orchestra (he decided to 
  > not continue with the violin--and had always wanted to play the bass 
  > but was not big enough...and he finally is! [this is still exciting to 
  > us...], but his dream of playing jazz would come true. However, the 
  > private instructor is over on the Kansas side and the gas just tipped 
  > the cost of the lessons over the edge beyond the budget.

  Why don't bass lessons come with the cost of a fishing license?!!!

  >  
  > What instrument do you play?  Would you play if you had been given the 
  > opportunity?  What  is it that you like about it?
  >

  I don't play the bagpipes and the piano...until there's no one else 
  home.  It's not a matter of opportunity; it's a matter of aptitude, 
  with which I was not amply endowed.  The music genes seem to have 
  skipped a generation.

  David Ritchie
  Portland, Oregon

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