April 24, 2006
Current mood:
dorky
My son has wanted to take trumpet lessons for quite some time now. He isn't old enough to attend a class in school, so I started him in private lessons 3 weeks ago. He wants to pick up the horn and just play...no practice involved here. That just doesn't happen. So...while I am sitting here at the computer, I have him behind me tootin' on this trumpet...G G G G F F F F E E E E D D D D C C C C ....repeat. He starts complaining...so I figure I will show him how much improvement he has made since his first "blow" at it. At least his notes aren't quite as scratchy anymore. Hey...I already put up with one child learning an instrument...and a flute is alot higher pitch on the ears. I pick up the horn...place it to my lips (after cleaning off his mouth piece) take a breath and blow. GFGFGAAA .... hack hack cough cough. Not quite what I had intended at all. Now my lips are a buzzin' and I can't quit coughing. He informs me that I did not hit the right notes at all...well DUH. I knew that...I just wanna feel my lips again. Lesson here....a smoker should not try to play the trumpet unless an oxygen tank is handy. Now I know why I chose violin.
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