When I was little, my mum sent me to piano lessons. Then when I was a teenager, I gave this up and chose my own instrument. Sometimes, I wish I’d picked the flute, or the violin, or the cello, all of which I think are beautiful and would have allowed me to join a nice little orchestra or string quartet, but no, I didn’t want to be like everyone else and I wanted to stand out in my all girl’s school. So, I picked the trombone.
I was pretty good too – the fact that there was hardly any other brass at my school meant that I got into the orchestra, aced the jazz band, and got to play at every school concert to show the breadth of our music department (theme from Jonny Briggs every time). I even got to do a trombone concerto at the Queen’s Hall. Eventually I got to around Grade 7.
However, school ended, I had to give my hired trombone back and I discovered other things – mainly clubbing and travelling – so from 18 until 31 I never played again. Sniff…
Then just over a year ago, I decided I wanted to start playing again. I’d been inspired to take up hobbies I used to love, and there is something that happens when you play music – a contentment that lifts your spirit – and I wanted to get that feeling back. All part of The Happiness Experiment. So, I contacted my old music teacher and he directed me to a fantastic music shop in Edinburgh, The Wind Section where I bought a new trombone for around £400.
They also put me in touch with a trombone teacher in Edinburgh who, lo and behold, has a son who is learning trombone at the Guildhall. Hello trombone lessons! I had visions of me playing in a jazz band, doing a little solo….
Another 6 months later and things aren’t going quite so well… I’ve had two lessons, which were great, but I didn’t pick it up as quickly as I’d thought and need to practice, which, as a busy adult in London, has proved quite hard, especially as I’ve always found practicing a little dull and to need a lot of patience (of which I have very little). So, my beautiful trombone is sitting behind the sofa, gathering dust, but I hope this blog will inspire me to start practicing, take up more lessons, and maybe, by the end of the year, see if I can join a band.