Years ago, back when Bill first got hired as a middle school music teacher, he was told he'd be teaching band. So the summer before that first school year, he gathered an assortment of band instruments so he could familiarize himself with them enough to start teaching them to students. Then, maybe a month (if I remember correctly) before the first day of school, he was told he'd be teaching chorus instead of band. So a huge change of gears ensued and the assorted band instruments were loaned to a colleague who was teaching elementary school music in Connecticut.
Recently Bill got most of the band instruments back, and he trotted a couple of them out so the kids could see them and try to make sounds come out of them. A clarinet. A trumpet. They're both already familiar with guitars and keyboards a bit. Both of them liked the trumpet best. Julia, in particular, her little cheeks puffed out huge like Dizzy Gillespie, managed to achieve some nice, loud, clear notes.
Yesterday Bill brought home a trombone, just so the kids could see one and try to get some sound out of it….
I can't even begin to describe what our house sounded like.
Oh, and wait – there's me!
Wait. I'm upside down.
There. That's better.