It all started with a visit to a local derelict church
when our younger son was three.
when our younger son was three.
Someone in a hard hat, opened up the organ and played a few wheezy notes.
That was the beginning of an obsession with the pipe organ.
But first, he was told, you must learn to play the piano.
His feet didn't reach the pedals.
Then the school offered him lessons
on the double bass.
He disappeared behind it.
He took up the saxophone
and started singing lessons.
His voice broke early and he settled as a bass.
We began to see a pattern.
This weekend he brought home the latest oversized instrument,
(ideal for the closet megalomaniac as one teacher said)
a baritone saxophone.
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