Guns and violins

If you didn't quite get the pun of the heading, it was supposed to sound like guns and "violence", but yes, lame Jash strikes again...
:)

I had the strangest inkling on Sunday morning to play the trumpet all of a sudden. It was like I had dreamed of becoming a great trumpeter guy, but I hadn't, and was awake. Most of my inklings go away - like the one I had about pilot, and flying all over the world to have hot stewardesses give me that scrumptious airplane food, and the one about becoming a doctor so that I can have a Dr. as my title. Chicks dig that you know.

Well this trumpet thing hasn't gone away, it's nearly a week later, and I still find myself figuring out a way to get hold of one, and to play it and play it well. The next James Morrison could be me - you never know. But as I searched the Internet on resources on how to play the trumpet, it suddenly dawned on me that this learning to play the trumpet wasn't an easy task - just like that pilot and doctor thing.

All these references about using your lips and pushing wind from your belly was sounding daunting. I haven't let my lips loose yet on all those lovely ladies, yet I found that this challenge of letting it loose on an unsuspecting trumpet quite strange. The fascination of playing this instrument still isn't receding!

For years (not so many years actually) I've been playing the clarinet, and even though I'm still crap at it (yes, self deprecation is a wonderful thing) I thought trying something else out might be refreshing. And a brand spanking new red trumpet might be the thing.

I could also try to play the french horn, but you know what they say about people who play french horn...