When I was in high school, during the last century, I began learning to play a musical instrument and, inevitably, struggled. The jangle of keys and notes and embouchure confounded me, and the thought of being actually capable of producing music felt remote. One day, an older classmate who was already a terrific musician, listened to what surely sounded to him like honking and said, kindly and encouragingly, “right now the instrument is playing you. One day you will play the instrument.”
Chapter 89: When the Instrument Plays You
Chapter 89: When the Instrument Plays You
Chapter 89: When the Instrument Plays You
When I was in high school, during the last century, I began learning to play a musical instrument and, inevitably, struggled. The jangle of keys and notes and embouchure confounded me, and the thought of being actually capable of producing music felt remote. One day, an older classmate who was already a terrific musician, listened to what surely sounded to him like honking and said, kindly and encouragingly, “right now the instrument is playing you. One day you will play the instrument.”