How low can you go, do you have to go?Posted: June 11, 2010
So, in addition to the B flat trombone, and the trombone with the F trigger, our house now has a Tuba.
Our place is kind of tiny. Working for the city keeps the checks coming in, but the checks aren’t ever going to get us into a McMansion.
I thought the tiny place shook when he played his trombones. Now the tuba rumbles the rafters after 45 minutes of trombone. It is so loud and low that a whale once called our house to ask him what he was trying to say. If we ever did get that McMansion, he’d rattle that place like a pup tent.
I could drown it all out. My iPod and some sound isolating earphones would make it go away, but I’d never do that.
He doesn’t even know that I sit outside his room and listen to him practice. I can sing his solo on Soul Man, I know his part on The Thunderer March by heart. I know when he gets frustrated he mutters words that he’d never say in front of us…and he starts over.
He is good. He is focused. He gets it right. It matters to him. He gets angry when it doesn’t matter to some of his peers. I don’t know where that comes from, but my wife says she does.
This is gonna look so good on my college application, Dad. I’ll be able to go anywhere I want. Besides, I just like playing.
Damn, college. Its coming and he knows it. The tiny place is getting small to him. It used to be huge.
He and the horns are not gone yet. The house is rocking right now.
But I miss the rumble already.
This was the very first post on Blurt, so not many people ever saw it when it was originally posted. Tomorrow is my son’s high school graduation, so it seemed a good time to bring it out of the vault. I wrote this early in his junior year, before I started the blog.
Today I see how ready he is and it makes me smile.Yes, he does have to go.
The rumble you’ll hear Saturday afternoon is the door to the real world opening.
The world has no idea how lucky it is about to be.