It'll be a while before the sound of trumpets will equal the sound of celebration in our house.
We have a music room. Okay, it's not really a "room," but rather the open area in our basement outside two bedrooms and a bathroom. Still, it's decked out in Beatles decor and a piano that doesn't get played the 40 minutes a day our kids' piano teacher recommends. The "room" also features my saxophone - another neglected instrument in our household.
What you will NEVER find in our music room is our 10-year-old's trumpet.
Only a few weeks in, he loves to play. His trumpet is therefore never more than 10 feet from where he is. Did I mention the music room is in the basement? In a wonderful area protected by concrete walls and a heavily insulated acoustic ceiling? So why does he insist on practicing upstairs, in a room with wood floors and a minimalist-is-easier-to-keep-clean motif?
I'm starting to think he has a deal worked out with headache medicine manufacturers. If he's getting a cut on excess revenue generated from the daily aural assault...
I am happy he has a love for music and I enjoy hearing him play in rooms that do not echo. In fact, I bought myself the accompanying book for saxophone so that when he progresses a little further we can
annoy everyone else play together. I can't wait!