I really do not want my kid seeing me come from the machine shop just to plunk down in front of an LED screen. So I picked up my fife and played some tunes I haven’t for a long time, but it seemed to be in my fingers,stick, and lips.
Mesmerized by my awful transverse flute playing, I offered my favorite whistle. Perhaps after 1 year old she will stop using it as a bash stick.
I got my kid a Gen Bb and a Feadog D for much the same reasons, and hes slowly learning to Respect The Instrument as I keep repeating. He came up to me and played half of Hyfrydol the other day, so we’re making progress.
My daughter has always more tolerated than approved of my musical tastes, though we did try to start her out right. She was taken to several Tannahill Weavers and Andy M. Stewart/Phil Cunningham shows as a babe in arms (the Tannie’s sound man thoughtfully provided ear plugs for her). She did go to sleep to the strains of Bonnie Rideout’s “Soft May Morn” most nights.
At one show, Phil Cunningham introduced “Miss Rowan Davies” with a story about having a harp made for the lass. She apparently put it to good use slicing cheese.
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