Xylophone Master

I tend to gravitate towards the artsy endeavors when thinking about which activities, vocations so to speak, to put on the short list for my 10,000.  I am going to examine what I call the traditional arts to see if there is enough passion to keep at it for all those hours.  I decided to consider music first ’cause I think that’s the easiest for me to critique due to my history.

The following tale is a rundown of my musical history.  Some would say I took up and mastered the xylophone at a very early age, but to that I’d retort I was merely banging away at the coloured blocks.  Later at the ripe old age of  2 I was making sweet music on that fusion of metal and reed known as the harmonica.  There was a 8 year gap before i picked up anything else, but at least I could transfer my skills with the grade 6 state mandated Recorder lessons.  You know what a recorder is don’t you? According to the American Heritage dictionary it was popular in the 14th through 18th century.

Grade 7 came more lessons, this time vocal lessons.  They were with a bunch of kids who didn’t want to be there.  That was the definition of most of my junior high years.  In high school I took a few years of violin.  You know how far a few years of violin will get you?  Not Beethoven for sure and no where near “The Devil went down to Georgia”.  That’s it for formal music training.

I never stuck with one becasue I just didn’t find the one instument that felt like me.  I’ve always wanted to learn the piano.  One of my joke proffessionshas always been a Lounge Singer… and all good lounge singers play piano.  Or it could be that I just don’t have the desire, I’ve always been a more visual guy.  I’ll pass on music for the short list.  I’ll examine drawing next.