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so, i started this damn country band,
because punk rock is to hard to sing.
faithless street, whiskeytown
tonight i will see a friend perform at poor david's pub. when i leave the show, i will once again be very bitter about never learning to play a musical instrument. the greatest regret of my life thus far.
when i was 13, my entire class took a music placement test. "which note sounds higher, a or b?" these masterful questions were to determine my musical potential, this would aid the band instructor as to which instrument i should play (the spoons or the theremin).
a week or so after the test, a man visited our home to talk about my test scores. he told my parents and i that the test results showed great potential. i could play ANY instrument i would like.
i requested the french horn. he clarified his original offer by saying any instrument EXCEPT the french horn. he tried to dissuade me by claiming that the first several years of leaning the french horn would just be a lot of oum, pa, pa's (can anyone out there verify that?). very boring.
i decided if i could not play the french horn, i would play nothing. besides, at 13 i was much more interested in perfecting the art of masturbation.
so anyway, round midnight tonight, i hope no music stores are open on my way home. i might just pick up a french horn or maybe a banjo.