Inktober 2020 Day #27: Music. Okay, it’s simple, but it’s amusing, especially the sign with the notes on it. And the plunger trumpet. Or maybe I’m just sleep deprived and scatter-brained.
I’ve never really been particularly musically inclined. I tried learning how to play the guitar at one point, but never had much time for it (I still tell myself I’ll give it another crack one of these days). I always thought it would be cool to be musical in some way, whether it was singing or playing the drums or guitar. I certainly have some musical genes in my family. My dad played bass and drums, his dad sang and played flute, my uncle still plays bass in a band, I’ve got other uncles or second cousins that are great singers, my mom used to sing all the time (and as kids we would always tell her to stop, which I regret as an adult), one of my cousins teaches and is a concert cellist, and my oldest son plays a variety of instruments (started with flute, moved on to baritone sax as well as tenor, plays a little guitar and piano, and only recently stopped singing in choir)…I’ve probably left some out. So, maybe it’s in there somewhere, but I haven’t found it.