What I actually accomplished was never becoming a musician. I still have the old trombone. It sure shows it's age (almost as much as I do)after a couple of other kids had a go at it long after I did and very very long ago. It was a major issue for my Dad to "sign the line" for it back in . . . . 195?... I suppose that's why I still have it. When I'm gone just throw it in the dumpster - Yeah and I'll came back and haunt ya. (chuckle) Actually I picked a banjo longer than I played the trombone but the durn things just wouldn't heal back up after I picked at them long enough time. One was last seen heading North out of Phoenix on the back of a Harley rider who I had sung with. He could make the banjo sing and I just picked at it. The last (so far) left with a young fellow who wanted to learn music and I suspect what he learned was that it wasn't politically correct for a young black lad to be playing a banjo. I never saw either of them again- I took that as a sign and now I pretty much stick with playing Pandora & Jango. So far I've eliminated a lot of potential art forms from my bucket list. The art world can thank me later.
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