Further Confessions of a Band Geek Mom

20 12 2011

With the holidays barreling down upon us faster than a cheetah on an unsuspecting, lame gazelle (forgive me, I just watched one of those emotionally-scarring Animal Planet survival-of-the-fittest shows) my husband and I have been attending a steady stream of holiday concerts due to our two sons’ enthusiasm for high school band.

As you (dear reader) and I get to know each other better you will quickly learn that band runs our household. At the risk of repeating myself if you’ve read my book, Confessions of a Band Geek Mom (and I know, of course, that you all have—or will), my two teen sons combined play all the following instruments: piano, trombone, flute, clarinet, bass clarinet, bassoon, oboe, drums, and all the saxes (soprano, alto, tenor, and baritone). This is what happens when they practice—they get handed more instruments by band teachers in desperate need of, for example, that weird sound a bassoon makes. Which if you never heard it resembles a water buffalo giving birth to butt-first breached twins. Just saw that on Animal Planet, too. Ugh. Messy. Read the rest of this entry »

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