Music love

As I said before around this time of year last year, my relationship with music is probably comparable to a minne-situation - pining for a socially superior, unattainable mistress - which translates into frustrating, and mostly short-lived, in my case. Crocky's intense enthusiasm is infective, though. You probably know that she's a trombonist (among other things), and that she's teaching kids how to play the trombone and trumpet for her brass ensemble. Around her, it's impossible not to become interested in music and instruments and brass ensembles eventually.

Seeing as there are loads of sheet music for beginners floating around here, I became more and more tempted to dabble. My whirlwind affair with my Mum's Fürst Pless Horn was cut short this summer due to lack of sheet music, patience with the wonky sounds the thing emitted in my hands, and lack of locals interested in perpetrating similar noises.

Now I am giving the trumpet a shot. Trumpet because they had a spare one at her church and because she needs her trombone rather than because it's what I always wanted to play, and it's fun so far. I doubt that I'll ever be good enough to join any kind of beginner's church ensemble, even, but I'll continue playing if only to see Crocky in her element. I always knew how important music is to her, I know how much she loves playing, but what I didn't know is that Crocky positively glows when she's teaching. No wonder her students absolutely adore her and that they're making such progress. 

I have no doubt that she is and will make an excellent  music teacher, and seeing her heart-felt joy about having managed to get me to play my first wobbly sounds would leave absolutely no doubt for anyone else either.