When one of the kids took up clarinet more than 10 years ago, I taped classical pieces from the radio for him. I dug out one of these, Mozart’s Clarinet Quintet in A major, K. 581, and am listening to it now. He’s currently in Seattle, where he promises to help make this site into something much more than it is now. That is, when he and the other kid and I can find the time.
For the kid that studied saxophone, I did the same, and will probably go through the cassettes I recorded for him too.
So what happens years later, after I spent all that time driving them to and from lessons, and sat through countless concerts?
Well, for one thing, the sax guy cheerfully cleaned up the mess I made spilling balsamic vinegar in the junky end of the utensil drawer. He actually dumped all the miscellaneous spreaders, beaters, mismatched spoons, plastic stuff, chopsticks, etc. in the sink and washed it all.
But they’ll never be able to make up for my having to sit through all the beginning violin recitals that always preceded their piano performances.