Do you remember when I talked about embracing your long-abandoned childhood creativity and rediscovering lost talents?
Ah. Well, it was a few weeks ago.
Anyway...having realised that the only way I can now use music as a stress release is by playing thrash metal CDs really loudly, I decided it was time to revisit my old First Instrument.
(A First Instrument is the one you practice and the neighbours don't bang on the wall and audibly weep until you stop).
I begged to be given music lessons as a child, and then proceeded to hate and tantrum about every second of every single one until I was finally allowed to play the saxophone. I'm not sure whether it was the appeal of finally getting to emulate my sister-from-another-mother Lisa Simpson, or the tantalising possibility of being able to play the hook from Your Latest Trick by Dire Straits, but apparently I had finally found something I was willing to apply myself to.
This is not her.
When she left our school, I gave up the saxophone. It made sense at the time. I was playing lead guitar in a band, and standing on my own in our freezing cold dining room playing Charlie Parker runs, or going to yet another dullsville lunchtime Jazz Band practice with the music geeks didn't match up to rocking out with my fellow indie kids and pretending I was in Elastica. I could always come back to the saxophone, I thought. It is my First Instrument, after all. It is the thing I am Truly Gifted And Good At.
He can join in too