Striking The Right Note

18 March 2014

I think I’ve mentioned before that from the age of 6 until about 21, I played the trombone.  I stopped when I was living in bedsits – not conducive to good relationships with the neighbours.

I had a problem when I was smaller that it was difficult to hold AND play, and it was a while before I could play while marching.

But at least I never had this problem:

BBC News – Sneezing into a Trombone.



One comment

  1. I don’t recall #1 son ever sneezing into his trombone or any other of the several large brass instruments he played. I have vivid memories of his standing on a rock on the bush property we owned. He belted out the theme from the Dambusters and also New York, New York and the sound echoed up and down the narrow valley we were in.

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