Tuesday, March 13, 2012
30 years? When did I get old?
30ish years ago, my mom bought me this clarinet. She paid $75. for it. Not new. It was owned previously by some girl named Shelly Leffler. It probably wasn't new to her. At any rate, it's bizarre I remember all of that. Because, like I said, it was 30 years ago. I was going into the 4th grade. Didn't I have other important facts to be stashing in the back of my head at that time?
It's not like I ever got good at it. I took lessons once a week at the school. From a woman who is currently serving a sentence for murder...but I suppose it is beside the point that she killed her husband or boyfriend or whoever he was sometime after my clarinet playing days. Still, it adds to the story...because...well...you know I don't actually have any stories about my life that don't have some crazy event associated with them. But, yeah...beside the point. The point is, I was never good at it.
My guess is none of us were very good.
My mom joined the Army when I was almost 14 and that was that. The clarinet went in its case and I never did anything with it again.
Fast forward 30 years...(I can't get over this 30 year aspect)...new hobby. For today, anyway. I printed off a bunch of 3rd grade level sheet music and remembered how to play it. Which, is crazy. Because, did I mention 3rd grade was 30 freakin' years ago?
It needs new corks. And to be cleaned. And probably new pads. Do I even want to know how much that is going to cost? Truthfully, it's probably cheaper to buy a new one, but I'm sentimentally attached to this one.
My kids were all icked out I put a reed with 30 year old (maybe only 27 year old) spit on it in my mouth. Which makes me wonder...will all of their life stories come with crazy associations?
Posted by Melissa at 10:25 PM