Well, this is a new topic for the blog. Feel free to look around and make sure you’re in the right place.
Here’s the deal: many of you probably (don’t) know (or care) that I used to play the clarinet. Devoted (snippets of) eight whole years of my life to the thing. And when I played my last note at my high school graduation? Well, I don’t think it’s been out of the case since.
I vaguely remember going to a meeting in 5th grade with my parents about joining band. I was at a new school, and I’m not sure what inspired me to want to play the clarinet, but something did. Somehow, some way, my dad forked over $400 (is that right, Dad?) for a nice, plastic Yamaha B-flat clarinet.
That puppy served me well through sixth grade band at a new school, through the tumultuous junior high years and for 4 years of concert and marching band in high school. I spent some time as first chair clarinet (and some time as last chair because I was scared to get beaten, so I didn’t try out at all–nice). I spent a lot of time getting in trouble for talking. I spent a lot of time wishing I played a cooler instrument. I have a gabillion memories from band class and marching band that are all starting to bubble up after years of inactivity.
Ah, those were the days.
About 42 different times, I’ve almost taken it to an instrument shop to see how much they’d take for it. But something always held me back.
And now I know what it was.
On the way home from my beautiful friend Nichole’s wedding Friday night, Nina fell asleep and Livi and I started talking (Ava was at home with Gabe). She started asking me a million questions about my clarinet. (Turns out her 2nd cousin Mikayla has just started playing the clarinet, and she showed it to Livi at our family reunion a couple weeks ago.)
She’s been talking about it ever since.
I promised her I would teach her how to play it. As soon as I remember how to play it. And as soon as I have the money to buy reeds.
Which brings me to that clarinet advice. I don’t remember a single thing about clarinet reeds. Don’t they have different numbers? Are some harder to play than others? What would I use for an almost-9-year-old? Is she even old enough to play it? Where can I buy reeds? Can I buy them one at a time, or do I have to buy a box? What do I do if I can’t remember how to play it? Because when I put my fingers on the keys a couple days ago? Nothing. Couldn’t remember a single note. Is there anything else I need to know as I jump back on the clarinet bandwagon?
And what do I do if my daughter wants me to homeschool her next year?
And what should I do about my 3-year-old who grows an inch (and learns 50 new words) every single day?
Thanks for praying for my trip to Indy today. I’ll let you know how it goes.
Off to bed! Alarm’s set for 4:45. Are. You. Kidding. Me?
Last thing–did you play an instrument at all in school? How long did you last? Do you still play it?