It's ironic that I choose to write this post on the day of one of my Wolfgang Orchestra concerts but that's just how it worked out. I come from a very musical family. My great-grandmother taught piano and played organ in church, my grandmother was a concertmaster violinist and my uncle is a jazz drummer. This doesn't include my relatives that played an instrument in school, such as my cousins and my mother. I have been involved in music since before I was born really.
I started piano in kindergarten, was in choir starting in first grade through middle school, started the clarinet in second grade, taught myself flute and saxophone in seventh grade and then bassoon as a sophomore in high school.
My kindergarten piano recital.
Jammin' on my tenor saxophone with Friday Jazz Band in 8th grade.
I played clarinet, flute and saxophone throughout college and continue to play my clarinet to this day in a community orchestra. I say this to my husband, who isn't the least bit musically inclined, all the time - that it blows my mind when someone looks at a piece of music and just sees dots and lines. I have known how to read music since I was five years old. Five. That's twenty-seven years. It's a part of my being, my soul. When I go through periods of not playing, I miss it terribly and always come back because I cannot imagine my life without music in it.
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