My husband is an amazing musician. Our sons like to brag that he can play more instruments than most men have had hot meals.
He's passed down the music gene to all our children. They certainly didn't get it from me. Apart from appreciation, I have no musical ability whatsoever, even after a few years of piano lessons. It just wasn't happenin'.
No worries. My passions to create lie elsewhere. So while my family fills the house with music, I do some jamming of my own.
With fake book in hand (hey, when you live with musicians, you pick up the lingo!), I'm ready to rock
A good conductor is a master of measures and timing
tapping my toes to the beat of the boil
hot rhythm section to add sizzle
Crescendo to a stirring finale
The maestro lives for the castanet-like snap of a well-sealed jar
To quote one of my favorite vocalists, Mama Cass Elliot, "You gotta make your own kind of music" :)