Thursday, July 21, 2011
It's a secret
I'm not a musical person, and did not come from musical people. We play the radio, mostly. I've heard stories of families that sung together, or where all the kids played an instrument, and...no. That was not us. Not for any good reason, though. My parents were just more focused on us getting an education that included books, and that worked really well.
Anyway, as an adult I've thought it was just really neat that some people played an instrument for their own pleasure. As for the choice of instrument, I like the traveling sort of motion-y sound that a banjo produces.
I've talked about experiencing connections around town before, and here's another story about that. A few months ago, I was leaving my Spin class, which is held at one of the local community centers. I had provided music for the class, which included this song, a real twanger. As I walked out with my fellow Spinner R, he mentioned he played the banjo. Then he stopped to talk to a woman that I had seen giving guitar lessons at the center and said, "And this is my teacher. She's an awesome teacher."
Just like that, I found an instructor. I hemmed and hawed about actually buying a banjo, as the job situation was murky. One of the first things I did after I found out my contract had been renewed was to buy the banjo pictured above. It's a beginner model, but one that the instructor recommended. It should get here in the next few days, and I start lessons in about a week.
Oh, and why the title of this post? Well, I haven't told anyone but Mr W about this purchase. I guess because of something I heard about meditation. That you may not want to announce that you're doing it until you've actually been doing it for a while. Just to make sure you're actually going to be doing it for a while, instead of being in love with the idea.
Twang, twang, twang.