Music, choral form, has been with me all my days; my father and mother, aunts and uncles, and grandparents were all singers. For those who love it, singing - real singing, not hollering in the shower - can lift them into another dimension. Playing instruments, that's something else. So as a one-time, school age, fife-player, I think occasionally about instruments that I could use without disgracing myself. Some of the following would not qualify as instruments in the eyes (ears?) of some instrumentalists:
lagerphone, bush bass, triangle, kazoo, gumleaf, swannee whistle, bass drum, maracas
Not much hope of my knocking out a tune on one of the above without companion musicians. It's a dream of sorts, nonetheless, and one that may turn into reality on some occasion in the future. At present I could practise on only a couple of these; the remainder I would need to borrow or buy. Meantime there's always singing, choir-style.
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