It is a little known fact about me that I used to play the Clarinet. This generally comes as a surprise to anyone that has known me for a while, because I very much lack any form of musical talent, or rhythm… or the basic eye hand coordination required to not poke my own eye out with a spoon while eating soup. In fact, I even make the joke pretty often that all of the musical talent that seems pretty prominent in my family just flat out skipped me. It’s sad really, because I love music.
I’m okay with that. I just assume that means my little brother got a double dosage of musical talent, and thanks to that, there will one day be a rock star in our family that I could potentially mooch off of if I needed to.
Of course even though I haven’t played my Clarinet in close to 15 years now, I still remember some of it, and have here and there over the years applied that to playing Recorder, which is played very much like a clarinet.
I have a couple of songs I can bust out on that thing, but of course, the one that I can play the best is pretty simple:
I do, of course still have a goal of learning to play the harmonica, if for no other reason than to complete my “John Popper” Halloween costume.
Maybe I can get my little Bro to teach me.