Though I’ve sung in choruses from junior highschool by means of senior teams, I’m loud however not excellent at it. I all the time make sure that I stand close to somebody who can sing and mimic them. I can’t learn music, by no means might.
It’s the identical with musical devices. I can’t play a lick, but I’ve been surrounded by musical devices all my life.
Rising up there was an upright piano behind my grandfather’s three-chair barber store. I don’t bear in mind who, if anybody, ever performed it. A lot afterward, we had our personal upright piano for years, a present from a neighbor throughout the road who didn’t need it anymore.
We even had a child grand piano for a number of years, one other present from a buddy. It belonged to a piano trainer on the second flooring of the residence home he owned, so when she moved out he gave it to me — if I might pay for it to be dismantled, hoisted out the window and hauled up the block to my home. I did.
Strings? We all the time had beat-up guitars laying round, and I acquired a ukulele as a birthday present one 12 months. By no means plucked any of them.
And we all the time had percussion devices, too. A cymbal, a set of bongo drums — after all — and as I write this there’s a pleasant set of huge conga drums on a stand watching me from a nook of the room. There was a water drum and a few African speaking drums, too.
I even acquired a cajon field drum a couple of years in the past. Certain, I banged it for some time. Now it makes a pleasant bedside desk.
I’ve a harmonica, after all, who doesn’t. I even purchased a wire holder for it that goes over my shoulders so I can play it with no fingers whereas I strum a guitar ala Bob Dylan. I by no means did that, however I generally used it to amuse myself with harmonica wails after I was driving alone someplace.
Now, I preserve my Hohner in my mountain climbing pack, and get it out from time to time to serenade the wildlife with lonesome, bluesy sounds on the harmonica. They don’t complain …
“I grew to become a feminist as a substitute for turning into a masochist.’”
So that you’re so good …
Final week I wager you couldn’t inform me by which Attleboro space group you’ll discover the Girls Veterans Memorial Bridge.
“North Attleboro on Route 152 over I-95,” writes Al. “That guess is because of one among many native pandemic walks!” Joan agrees.
“My trivia king, Ted, says it’s the bridge that goes over I-95 on Kelley Boulevard in North Attleboro, dwelling of the Massive Crimson,” writes Joyce, who described herself as “your No. 1 fan.” Shucks.
“The very first thing that got here to thoughts was the bridge in Somerset/Fall River,” writes Ron. “Nevertheless, I don’t suppose that’s within the Attleboro space. So my guess is North Attleboro.”
“That bridge is in North Attleboro, and carries Route 152 over I-95. Or is it I-495?” writes Doug. “As a Vietnam veteran, I all the time learn indicators at bridges and intersections, together with the one in Malden that commemorates one among my faculty roommates. He had simply been promoted to 1st lieutenant within the Artillery – what a waste. He was the one individual I ever knew that gained the Avalon-Hill recreation of Waterloo … because the French!”
Now, I wager you’ll be able to’t inform me what two nation names might be spelled utilizing 5 of the letters within the phrase “spinach.” Popeye, you’re excluded.
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ORESTE P. D’ARCONTE is a former writer of The Solar Chronicle. Attain him at email@example.com