Hey Babe, What’s Your Instrument?
OK, not the coolest pick-up line. But one I heard many-a-time at band camp.
Only we didn’t call it band camp back then. It was music camp. And my instrument was voice — which never failed to bring on the jokes and innuendos.
I rather envied them — the bandos. They were a close-knit bunch. With cool jackets. Funny stories. Inside jokes. While we, the vocalists, were more concerned with downing as much hot liquid as possible so as to protect our fragile and susceptible instruments. And that was just during the summer at music camp. Marching Band got the bandos a pass out of P.E. and … matching jackets.
I loved choir. And I loved being at music camp. But it was an “us” vs. “them” mentality. And they sure looked like they were having a whole lot more fun.
So how thrilled was I when Poppyseed came home after the “instrumental music assembly” at school.
Poppyseed: “We get to play whatever instrument we want. I just have to decide.”
FrumeSarah: “Which one seems interesting to you?”
Poppyseed: “Well!” I’ve narrowed it down.”
PS: “…to five instruments.”
Five? FIVE? Five instruments?
So which were the chosen five??
- French Horn
Each one wonderful. With its own reasons to be selected as “The One.”
And…each one with reasons to be cut from the list.
We had to help her narrow down her list. But how?? We could have turned her loose in an instrument store and let her wander the aisles until “The One” spoke to her. But that’s just not us. Even the thought of that would have had us in hysterics. No, this called for a more pragmatic approach. Using a very, VERY modified Ben Franklin approach, we were able to eliminate all but one instrument.
Cello? Amazing sound. However, too big. Would require me to drive Poppyseed to school on instrumental music days.
Clarinet? Mellow tones. But the least favourite of Poppyseed’s choices.
French Horn? Cool looking. But large and clumsy for a little thing like our Poppyseed.
Violin? Classic instrument. Unfortunately, listening to a beginner on the violin will be excruciating. Sounds akin to cats in heat.
Flute? Too boring? Perhaps. Very portable.
And that is how Poppyseed selected a flute as her instrument of choice. We’ll see how it goes…