I am afraid I am not very musical, X. I did play the clarinet for three years as a child, but was pretty much forced to do so by cruel parents who were more musical than I was. Now, of course I did NOT coerce my child into playing an instrument, and so I am just waiting for her to turn on me and tell me her life would have been much richer had I insisted that she learn to play something. I continue to offer lessons, and she continues to refuse, however. Perhaps if this goes on for several more years, she will be adult enough to accept that it was she who did not want to play.
I love households where instruments are being played, finding them very sensuous and lovely. We do have harmonicas, a keyboard and some bongos and maracas, should the mood strike. All of this moved my husband, who wanted to learn to play the piano but grew up so poor that it was not possible, to vow that all he still really wanted was a small cottage overlooking the ocean, and a piano and lessons. So perhaps I will grow ancient listening to him play. In the meantime a girlfriend and I encountered a very handsome harp player at the produce market right before Christmas, selling CDs of him playing, mostly Celtic stuff. My girlfriend is young and single and very romantic, and remarked how wonderful it would be to wake up every morning with him playing harp in a corner of the bedroom.
My daughter knows a game called Seven Minutes in Heaven, but it is not a game you could play in school. It is like Spin the Bottle, except that the couple ends up in a closet for seven minutes! |
