I remember when I was a kid, a fifth grader to be exact. This was the grade in which students were allowed to decide whether or not they wanted to participate in the school’s orchestra program. I, being the music obsessed person that I am, of course opted in. The decision of what particular instrument to play was also an easy one for me. After testing out all the different instruments, I chose the one that I could hug to my body. When playing the cello, you can feel it in your chest, and it is honestly one of the most amazing feelings you can imagine.
The purpose of this story, is not to reminisce about my childhood, it is to give you a back story about what I think about, when I think of my topic for today. You see, my third grade teacher will go down in history as one of my favorite people in the world, though there are only a few memories I have of her. Her name is Mrs. Pounds, and she always knew just exactly what I needed to motivate me to behave/learn/participate. One of my favorite memories of her, is this: After I had chosen my beloved cello, she would see me lugging it into the school on days I had orchestra. She would say hello to me, and say “Geeze Michele, that thing looks heavy. You should have chosen a harmonica, they fit in your pocket!!” I thought it was a hysterical joke, and it’s one of those things that would come up in my mind over the next few years, every time I found myself lugging around that cello that was almost as tall as me.
I’ve been thinking about getting a harmonica lately. I miss being involved in the creation of music, and as Mrs. Pounds said, it fits in your pocket! I was looking here, at Suzuki Harmonicas. They have some neat ones. And if I do choose to get one, I can be like Craig Ferguson, and call it a mouth organ. The more Craig Ferguson-y I can be, the better.