I grew up around the music of Pete Fountain and Al Hirt—jazz legends. Kids with any musical aspirations who heard these guys, in short order wanted to be like them. That meant a trip to the music store to get a used clarinet or trumpet. It’s amazing what happens after that first week of practice. You start feeling the long hours. Your fingers hurt. You’ll never master that note. After three weeks you still don’t sound amazing. Worse, you can faintly hear your favorite television show in the other room during practice time. Pretty soon, the dream of enthralling live audiences, and becoming a living legend falls by the wayside. You wonder why you ever wanted the funky piece of metal to begin with. The instrument gets sold in the next garage sale.
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