Took my grandmere to the symphony last night, which made me think of my own musical history. Something not all of you know about BT is I´ve always wanted to possess and learn to play a violin. You all can have your ipods; I´ll take a violin. So far, I´ve been foiled at every turn:
-When we returned to the US and I entered a new school they asked what I wanted to play. I said the violin. Violin? You can´t be serious. Options at this school: Tuba, trombone, drums, trumpet, clarinet, sax (we don´t recommend it) or the flute. So, for several years I played the flute. First chair. I was good but bored; this with the same group that stuck a tuna fish sandwich down the tuba (without telling the tuba player; it smelled for weeks) and changed March of the Slav to Marsha the Slob in honor of our first clarinet.
-Once finished with all my requirements at University I was finally allowed to look into violin classes. Walked into the music building asking for violin classes, came out a bit dazed and registered for a voice class. Those of you who witnessed my end of semester solo will remember this as a not too bright spot in the BT memory book.
-Finally, during law school I made the mistake of thinking my 3-year scholarship would be about expanding the mind. Having complied (again) with my requirements, I met with and registered for violin classes with an exceptional professor of music (UM, as some of you know has an excellent music school) who was willing to take on a novice from the law school. Then I got the $1400 bill. Scholarship didn´t cover things non-legal. Needless to say, I had to unregister. As an affordable substitute, tried my hand at the classical guitar, but -- like the flute -- found it just wasn´t what I wanted.
And so here I am. Every time I come to Bolivia, I go looking for a great violin. Haven´t found one yet, but I keep looking. Wherever I end up next and with whatever extra $$ a steady job brings, I´m getting my violin.
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