Writing Prompt: Practice makes perfect

Writing Prompt: Practice makes perfect:

"Tell us about a talent you'd love to have ... but don't."

I have always wished I could play a musical instrument. After trying a few, I have discovered that I have plenty of enthusiasm for the concept of music, but little actual ability to produce more than a simple melody.

It started in Mrs. O'Neil's second grade class. bEvery student had to learn to play the recorder. Anyone with lips and lungs can get a sound out of a recorder, and having fingers lets the player change the sounds. The principle of it sounds easy enough. I made the recorder make noise. I am not sure anyone could say I made music. I managed to play a melody or two, at least enough so I did not fail second grade music, but I did not do well enough to make me stay with it.

I tried again in Ms. Gibbons' fourth grade -- this time, with the violin. I tried with all my might to learn to make sounds that resembled music more nearly than they resembled the complaints of cats being bathed. I was second violin in the school orchestra that year, only because there was no third seat for the instrument. I managed to scrape out a reasonable rendition of "Turkey in the Straw," but my success was distinctly dim.

Once again, in Mr. Nolan's sixth grade, I trioed to make music. I gave up the bow, and took up the guitar. I practiced until my fingers bled, but I had no luck with my "real six-string."

Not ready to give up completely, I tried some after school piano lessons in high school. That was better. We had a small electrict organ at home, and an upright piano t my dad's house, and I managed to acquire a decent repertoire of songs with my right hand. My left hand and my feet did not seem to understand that they were also expected to participate in the activity. To make it worse, my instructor objected tomy involuntary memorization of the music. After several months, I gave up the lessons, but I continues to bombard my family with repetition after repetition of my favorite songs from a book of popular folk music for the rest of my teen years.

I have tried various percussion, wind, and string instruments over the years, as well as the rasped sounds of the frog, and various bells and jingly things, but I have striven in vain. I love music, and rejoice in hearing good music played well, but I have to live with the knowledge that I cannot play music.