Musicians Institute, and Me as a Musician

Like I said, today is the day I begin discussing my musical history, as we as my hopeful musical future.  Here goes:

I began my musical career with a Fisher Price color coded xylophone.  From there I graduated to the backs of chairs and my parent's heads.  When I turned eight, I began taking piano lessons.  these lessons continued, much to my personal chagrin, until i would turn sixteen.  In the fourth grade, the whole class learned to play recorder, and in fifth grade I picked up the trombone.   The day I brought it home, I spent hours figuring out how to put it together and hold it.  Once I trampled that hurdle, I proceeded to clean the instrument.  This fact, negating hundreds of other reasons, is why I switched to percussion.  Having to snake out a brass tube is something that should be left for plumbers, not school children.  Nevertheless, I was the best trombonist, I had the best dynamics and the best tone a 10 year old could have.  Mr. French's sixth grade class saw my hauling around a huge set of orchestral bells.

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