I can nearly faultlessly play 1/4 of ‘The Sally Gardens’.
This would sound pathetic, but I’m so proud to have finally taught myself to play music.
Throughout my childhood I really wanted to learn to play music, and, apart from joining a lunchtime club in primary school to play recorder, my family was so unsupportive of the matter. I begged and begged for guitar lessons and my mother just handed me my dad’s guitar (note: my dad couldn’t play guitar, he simply owned one because ‘it’s a really good guitar’) and told me to teach myself. I managed to make a few awful sounds but it didn’t sound like music to me, and I guessed that I couldn’t actually teach myself how to make it sound like music. I needed someone to teach me. I asked for lessons, and I was always told no, and eventually I gave up.
No-one, once, for a single moment encouraged my interest in music or desire to learn to play it. No-one helped me at all. And by the time I was old enough to arrange and pay for lessons myself, I thought it was too late.
Everything I did try to teach myself just didn’t work out. I’m not even sure I can keep a beat. I don’t know how a chord works. I don’t know the Science Of Sound. Does it mix like light? Or balance out like acid and alkaline?
I feel that by being denied a musical education I missed out on a lot of potential, that if I’d had those guitar lessons when I asked, I could be a professional musician by now. I could have run off with a troop of minstrels.
For someone who can’t ‘play music’ I have a lot of instruments, Celtic drum, tambourine, harmonica (that is so crap I should throw it away, it it has sentimental value from the holiday on which I bought it) ocarina that I made myself, glockenspiel, penny whistle and zither.