When I was in grade school, I was so awful–you’ll perhaps remember that four music teachers refused to teach me on four different instruments–that in music class when they passed out instruments, they always gave me the triangle. Without the little stick.
(Me): “But it’s supposed to have a stick.”
(Teacher): "Oh, no, dear! Not this kind! You just shake it . . . "
That poor man is probably musically impaired and can’t help himself!
Believe me, this would have been one of those times. There must have been getting on for a hundred pairs of spoons all playing differently. To our eternal credit we didn’t shut them up but just soldiered on regardless. I have to admit that it has fostered a sort of ‘band of brothers’ feeling amongst those of us that were there. Just ask Patrick (Wjndbag).
hehe i have thought about pickin up a nose flute but i still have memories of drainin spit out of my french horn. i just have to think the flute would be a little harder to drain out.