Howard Long
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Greetings!
Let me introduce myself. Despite being brung up [sic] in Leicestershire, then eight years in Manchester, I've been darn Sarf for the past 18 years or so.
I went through the process of being forcibly sat in front of a piano when I was seven years old or so, and despite making it to the heady heights of Grade 1, it wasn't quite what I had in mind at that age for fun. After all, instead of 30 minutes every day on the piano stool, I could be watching Captain Scarlet or Hawaii 5-0 on the telly.
To add to my angst, after passing Grade 1 piano, I was asked if I'd like to play another instrument. I was desperate to play the trumpet. So you can imagine my disappointment when I was handed a violin. Then one day, to show my disdain, I failed to hold in my disillusion any longer, and I wet myself in front of my poor teacher.
Well that was it, the end of what might have been an illustrious music career. Fast forward to thirty five years later, and, sax in hand, I am now forging through my male menopause with gusto and vibe, and despite advancing years, thus far I have managed to stay dry in the trouser department while playing.
Here's a question for you all: although I know it won't be me, are there any folks who have managed to embark on a successful career in instrument playing despite only having started late in life?
Cheers, Howard
Let me introduce myself. Despite being brung up [sic] in Leicestershire, then eight years in Manchester, I've been darn Sarf for the past 18 years or so.
I went through the process of being forcibly sat in front of a piano when I was seven years old or so, and despite making it to the heady heights of Grade 1, it wasn't quite what I had in mind at that age for fun. After all, instead of 30 minutes every day on the piano stool, I could be watching Captain Scarlet or Hawaii 5-0 on the telly.
To add to my angst, after passing Grade 1 piano, I was asked if I'd like to play another instrument. I was desperate to play the trumpet. So you can imagine my disappointment when I was handed a violin. Then one day, to show my disdain, I failed to hold in my disillusion any longer, and I wet myself in front of my poor teacher.
Well that was it, the end of what might have been an illustrious music career. Fast forward to thirty five years later, and, sax in hand, I am now forging through my male menopause with gusto and vibe, and despite advancing years, thus far I have managed to stay dry in the trouser department while playing.
Here's a question for you all: although I know it won't be me, are there any folks who have managed to embark on a successful career in instrument playing despite only having started late in life?
Cheers, Howard