Boys in the Band

Isaac has the opportunity to take band and learn how to play an instrument in school this year. I played the clarinet throughout junior high and high school. Aside from percussion, which is always the coolest section in any band, I remember the brass boys as being the hottest in every band that I was in, so I was more than supportive of Isaac's decision.



Last night Isaac got his instrument. His teacher says he's a natural. He can blow those notes out clear and strong.

I'm now wondering why I didn't consider the acoustical qualities of our home when this decision was being made. Hardwood floors, high ceilings, and an open floor plan all make it feel like we're in a concert hall.

I was blinded by fond memories of Mark, Dean, and Germaine. How could I forget that a trumpet is a HORN? If nothing else, the shape should have tipped me off. It's made to project sounds to the furthest reaches of the galaxy, so it easily permeates each and every corner of our home, no matter how many walls or pillows are between my ears and the melodic notes.

Is it too late to convince Ike that flutes are girl magnets, and with all those keys, it's really much easier to play than the trumpet with its three valves?

Tonight we're going to get some exciting accessories for Isaacc's instrument. Heck, I might just have it ready for him when he gets home!