I'm seriously thinking about selling my trombone. Times are tough everywhere and everyone could use a little extra cash right now. I was sitting in my room tonight cleaning my trombone up; general maintenance and what not. The memories came back to me while I was cleaning it: Rainy parades in high school, football games at Elon, auditioning for the 257th Army band. I have had Thunderbone II for 13 years, and I played regularly for six of those years in school. What good times I had.
I don't know. Maybe I will sell T-bone II and get a new horn after the economy looks up a bit. It's funny how I miss the days of playing, especially at Elon. On nights like tonight, where it's cold and rainy, I can't help but think back... going to rehearsal in the cold fall rain, gearing up for a concert. I still have that Christmas concert CD. I listen to it every year. That was almost 10 years ago. Hard to believe.
Sometimes, at Choir, we hit a chord that reminds me of the beauty of music. When the tone is pure, the pitch in tune, everyone listening to one another and making adjustments until it's just right. It really brings me back.
