Suffering For Your Art
I have a lot of musical instruments around the house. I have keyboards, guitars, basses, recorders and harmonicas. I was a musician. I’ll pick one up every now and then and play for myself, my wife or the kids and I also let them plunk around on them too. Usually it’s supervised but we leave the recorders, harmonicas and numerous toy instruments readily available for them to play with.
The other day I decided to play a song idea I had on my Hohner Blues Harp. I found it in the kids play area, took it into the kitchen, and sat down to play. The first note was a blow note (exhaled note) and the second was a draw note (inhale note). I immediately stopped and started to cough and gag. I went to the sink and spit out little chunks of old, dried up, Graham Cracker that had been imbedded inside the harmonica.
Apparently, my son Matthew, who loves playing it, was eating Graham Crackers and blowing into the harmonica while still chewing!
OK, there will now be new rules about playing with Daddy’s musical instruments.