In this blog attempt I’m gonna blog about something I love. Music. I joined band in the 4th grade, playing percussion. According to the story my mom tells (I honestly don’t remember) my parents bought me my first drum-kit to convince me not to quit. I probably wanted to quit because they made me play the bells. If you don’t have the pleasure of knowing you would probably call what I called a bells kit a xylophone. But it’s not a xylophone. Its more like a glockenspiel. Anyway, that sort of began my love for music. I’ve probably always loved music, but I honestly don’t remember much before 8th grade.
My uncle bought me an alto saxophone when I was in the 9th grade. That was my first wind instrument. Next was Baritone Sax, then a little bit of trumpet, then ukulele. Next was a guitar given to me for helping a friend move, and bass followed soon after like it often does. Somewhere in there I bought a banjo and to this day can’t really play the thing to a satisfactory degree. My senior year in highschool we had so so many percussionists and no tuba players so I switch to tuba, learned that and played it for my first two years in college. These days I’m mainly a bassist at church, a drummer at heart, and a trumpet player when I’m feeling nostalgic and no one is home.
As far as a music listener, I’m going to admit something that I probably shouldn’t admit on teh interwebs, the first album I ever owned was N’SYNC’s No Strings Attached. To make up for it, my second if memory serves correct (honestly, it probably doesn’t, my memory is awful) was Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band by the Beatles. I’ve been through many musical phases, Classic Rock, RUSH, I even had a heavy phase with Avenged Sevenfold, Rammstein, and that band with the creepy masks that I can’t name because my memory sucks. Now I’m mostly a folk and Americana guy I suppose you could say. But I don’t limit myself as much as I used to.