Those of you who have known me since at least 6th grade probably remember I played the flute in the band. Well, I quit when I got to high school. My father still tells the story of my music director seeing him in the grocery store and asking why I wasn't going to be in the band for high school.
I admit, I loved playing the flute, and if it wasn't for a tree hitting my house last spring, I would pick it up and play it now, but I don't have the slightest idea where it is, unfortunately.
When I was a kid leaving middle school, I decided to quit because I didn't want to be in the band. I had spent 3 years segregated from friends I had known for years. Although I was certainly friends with other kids in the band, I felt as if I had been labeled in some way. That, and I didn't practice the way I should.
High school was when I pursued art. Being the type of person I am, not really confident in myself, I didn't even being art classes until I was in 10th grade. Once I was there, I realized that was the place for me. As far as I know, there wasn't a club for girls with books in their faces at all times. (I don't know many people who intentionally read Ivanhoe, but I digress.
My point of this post is......yes, I have one....I plan to learn to play the Native American flute. I have a collection of different flutes I've bought over the years. I have a wooden flute from Venezuela, an Irish tin whistle or three, a clay pipe made by an artists shaped as a dragon, an ocarina or two and of course, I still own my flute from school. There's something that calls me to festival stands where people play flutes, whether at a musical festival, a crafts festival or my all time favorite place, a Renaissance festival(yes, just like Weird Al, I love Renaissance fairs and Scottish Festivals (just ask my family how many I have made them attend....)
There is a woman in Memphis who teaches the Native American flute. She and her husband, a man who owns a guitar school which is well respected here in town, had a booth at a crafts fair I attended last year. As I've mentioned, I'm pulled to the sounds of flutes. So I approached the booth, and was allowed to play one of their beautiful flutes. The man, who at the time was facing in the opposite direction from me, heard me play, and turned around. "A natural talent," he said. I spoke to his wife about her classes, and yes, I still haven't signed up for one. First I need to buy one of her flutes. So that's what I plan to do. Something tells me it's what I need. A flute in my hand.
I admit, I loved playing the flute, and if it wasn't for a tree hitting my house last spring, I would pick it up and play it now, but I don't have the slightest idea where it is, unfortunately.
When I was a kid leaving middle school, I decided to quit because I didn't want to be in the band. I had spent 3 years segregated from friends I had known for years. Although I was certainly friends with other kids in the band, I felt as if I had been labeled in some way. That, and I didn't practice the way I should.
High school was when I pursued art. Being the type of person I am, not really confident in myself, I didn't even being art classes until I was in 10th grade. Once I was there, I realized that was the place for me. As far as I know, there wasn't a club for girls with books in their faces at all times. (I don't know many people who intentionally read Ivanhoe, but I digress.
My point of this post is......yes, I have one....I plan to learn to play the Native American flute. I have a collection of different flutes I've bought over the years. I have a wooden flute from Venezuela, an Irish tin whistle or three, a clay pipe made by an artists shaped as a dragon, an ocarina or two and of course, I still own my flute from school. There's something that calls me to festival stands where people play flutes, whether at a musical festival, a crafts festival or my all time favorite place, a Renaissance festival(yes, just like Weird Al, I love Renaissance fairs and Scottish Festivals (just ask my family how many I have made them attend....)
There is a woman in Memphis who teaches the Native American flute. She and her husband, a man who owns a guitar school which is well respected here in town, had a booth at a crafts fair I attended last year. As I've mentioned, I'm pulled to the sounds of flutes. So I approached the booth, and was allowed to play one of their beautiful flutes. The man, who at the time was facing in the opposite direction from me, heard me play, and turned around. "A natural talent," he said. I spoke to his wife about her classes, and yes, I still haven't signed up for one. First I need to buy one of her flutes. So that's what I plan to do. Something tells me it's what I need. A flute in my hand.
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