When I was 15, I played the flute. I say ‘played’ … I just twatted about playing Greensleeves a bit, got bored, when clubbing, and that was my musical ‘career’ over.
Twenty eight years on and finally there is another musical instrument in the house. Except it’s a trombone. A very noisy, space-invading trombone. I now know the pain my parents when through all those years ago.
Still, I’m glad Dexter is at least trying to play an instrument even if, like me, it doesn’t become a long term gig. (Attempting) to play the flute taught me how to read music, gave me something other than boys to focus on and actually gave me an appreciation of just how difficult it is to play a musical instrument … and my diverse love of music continues.
So for any other parent going through this torture experience at the moment, I thought I’d share just what it’s like in the Sutton household right now:
Have to love that enthusiasm!