My 16 yo daughter plays French Horn, Piano, Hand Bells, Fluggle Horn, and sings. I played the piano as a kid briefly and badly. Ditto the viola (shades of John Cale if anyone here knows who he is.). I didn't see this during a search so I was curious what the members do or did play and are you any good. Especially non rock band instruments.
In sixth grade I really wanted to join the school orchestra. I signed up for flute, since the girl I had a crush on played the flute. The orchestra teacher said my mouth was "wrong" for the flute, so he stuck me with the clarinet. I hated it. I managed to learn "Hot Cross Buns" and that was it.
When it came time for the clarinet recital, I puffed out my cheeks and faked my way through it while the audience could hear the better clarinet players in the group. My parents said I was great.
I've never picked up another instrument since, save for some informal piano and harmonica jamming with my friend a few years ago.
Though I have been thinking of learning to play a little guitar. My extended family has a talent show when we all get together, and I'd like to try to cover up my bad singing with some (probably bad) guitar playing.
I have also been considering learning to play the didgeridoo, but that's mostly for health reasons.
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Out of practice with the guitar, but even more so violin and clarinet. The only instrument third-graders were allowed to play was the violin, and I went for the latter the next year... really, I don't know why, I just did. Quit after fifth grade, though.
I played the oboe in wind orchestra during junior high and high school. I fiddled around with it for a number of years afterwards until mine disappeared during a move. I also learned the fife because oboes DON'T march without much pain, anguish, and expense. I still play my fife regularly and occasionally entertain thoughts of joining a fife and drum corps again. I'm also a mediocre jazz and rock drummer. Finally, I sing second tenor/baritone in our church choir.
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I played flute in high school and drums in a few bands in college. I haven't played a kit in years, but I am fucking awesome on the drum machine.
I do home recording stuff using autoharp, keyboards, various gadget zithers, accordion, flute, tin whistle, electric dulcimer, hand bells, banjo, and other weird instruments and assorted toys.
I've got lots of stuff that I can pick up and figure out something simple on but nothing that I play well enough to want to call myself a musician -- I have a fair amount of raw talent coupled with almost no skill at all.
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Originally posted by Nuclear WinterI played alto sax from 5th grade until 9th, when the completely insane band teacher at the high school killed my interest.
I played clarinet from 4th grade through 9th and we must have had the same insane band teacher that made me quit, too.
During college and just after, I played drums but never with a band.
I took up bass guitar because a local band needed someone. I learned quite quickly, too. Driving home last night a song came on the radio and I told my kids that "Daddy's band used to play this song all the time." They were not impressed with Kiss' "Rock and Roll All Night." Damn kids nowadays. I do love the bass part in that song, though.
In fourth grade, I did have a music teacher who thought he could teach me to play the drums because they're easier to feel. Didn't work out. And in sixth grade, another music teacher taught me to pick out a couple of songs, strictly by rote, on a guitar. That's the sum total of my contact with the music world.
Mrs. Shem, I'm told, is quite a good singer, although she's too shy about it to perform in public.
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