Damaged Goods
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They chose clarinet probably because of mom's admiration for Benny Goodman. Even at age 8, I was sufficiently hip to know that the up-and-coming instruments were gitbox and honking sax, but mom said that you can barely hear a guitar in an orchestra. She was apparently unaware that electric guitars had been around for some time, but, at any rate, I never intended to join an orchestra. As for sax, they believed -- or pretended to believe -- the popular misconception that you needed to first learn clarinet before learning sax.
So it was clarinet for which I had neither the talent nor the willingness to learn. After four years of wasting their hard-earned money and my time, they surrendered. But there was more to come.
In the summer prior to freshman yr. of high school (9th grade) she had me audition for a music scholarship. Money was tight. She pulled out the old and dusty clarinet case, handing it to me. While waiting for the audition with my little clarinet case, I heard the music director torment the other kids in what appeared to be a foreign language: "What is Baroque music?" "Play E minor pentatonic, ascending and descending, covering more than one octave." "Play this passage arpeggio allegro."
To avoid such harassment and embarrassment, I slipped out the side door, homeward bound. "Hey mom, I took the audition but don't think I did so well."
She still wasn't done, prevailing upon me to try out for the marching band because with " ... your music background, you'll be one up on the other boys." One up for what? I mean, what are the perks of being in a marching band? But the obedient boy obeyed.
The band director was brutally honest. "You're not much better than the other boys who have never touched a clarinet ... but you have good facial bone structure so we'll give you a tuba." Mom blew a gasket.
There have been guys who were cut from the football team and joined the band. I'm probably the only one in that school's history to quit the band and join the football team.
So it was clarinet for which I had neither the talent nor the willingness to learn. After four years of wasting their hard-earned money and my time, they surrendered. But there was more to come.
In the summer prior to freshman yr. of high school (9th grade) she had me audition for a music scholarship. Money was tight. She pulled out the old and dusty clarinet case, handing it to me. While waiting for the audition with my little clarinet case, I heard the music director torment the other kids in what appeared to be a foreign language: "What is Baroque music?" "Play E minor pentatonic, ascending and descending, covering more than one octave." "Play this passage arpeggio allegro."
To avoid such harassment and embarrassment, I slipped out the side door, homeward bound. "Hey mom, I took the audition but don't think I did so well."
She still wasn't done, prevailing upon me to try out for the marching band because with " ... your music background, you'll be one up on the other boys." One up for what? I mean, what are the perks of being in a marching band? But the obedient boy obeyed.
The band director was brutally honest. "You're not much better than the other boys who have never touched a clarinet ... but you have good facial bone structure so we'll give you a tuba." Mom blew a gasket.
There have been guys who were cut from the football team and joined the band. I'm probably the only one in that school's history to quit the band and join the football team.
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