Husband has just given up, after collapsing once again in a perspiring heap, having almost given himself a heart attack whilst trying to get to grips with the didgeridoo.
I had envisaged that this instrument of torture, on loan from a friend, once mastered by my beloved, would form a relaxing background to my meditations. Alas, it was not to be. After many hours hyperventilating, he had only succeeded in creating a sound not unakin to a stuck pig.
It all goes back to when we were in Australia a couple of years ago and were given an impromptu concert by an Aborigine we met in a music store. He was amazing, and the sound of the didgi was fabulous. Totally fabulous. Then, back in the good old UK, we went to a craft fair, and a chap there actually MAKES Didgeridoos in Essex (north of the Thames! English Didgis????? Well, never mind - husband tried one out under supervision, thought it was great, then decided to give our friends (real) didgi a try out.
It's a wonder the neighbours didn't complain, but give husband his due, he manfully carried on, though his face had the unfortunate habit of turning a rather worrying shade of puce. The dogs and cat made a habit of staying the other end of the house. Or preferably out of it......
Ah well. The end has come. The didgeridoo goes back to our friends tomorrow and husband will no doubt return to his assaults on the Hohner Piano Accordian that's he's owned for years and which he has promised himself for the same length of time that ONE day, he'll be proficient on it.
I'm just as bad. I'd like to be able to play one instrument at least - but all I can manage is frenzied whacking on a bodrun (a kind of drum). Mind you, I saw a website today, advertising harps on a hire basis..............
I had envisaged that this instrument of torture, on loan from a friend, once mastered by my beloved, would form a relaxing background to my meditations. Alas, it was not to be. After many hours hyperventilating, he had only succeeded in creating a sound not unakin to a stuck pig.
It all goes back to when we were in Australia a couple of years ago and were given an impromptu concert by an Aborigine we met in a music store. He was amazing, and the sound of the didgi was fabulous. Totally fabulous. Then, back in the good old UK, we went to a craft fair, and a chap there actually MAKES Didgeridoos in Essex (north of the Thames! English Didgis????? Well, never mind - husband tried one out under supervision, thought it was great, then decided to give our friends (real) didgi a try out.
It's a wonder the neighbours didn't complain, but give husband his due, he manfully carried on, though his face had the unfortunate habit of turning a rather worrying shade of puce. The dogs and cat made a habit of staying the other end of the house. Or preferably out of it......
Ah well. The end has come. The didgeridoo goes back to our friends tomorrow and husband will no doubt return to his assaults on the Hohner Piano Accordian that's he's owned for years and which he has promised himself for the same length of time that ONE day, he'll be proficient on it.
I'm just as bad. I'd like to be able to play one instrument at least - but all I can manage is frenzied whacking on a bodrun (a kind of drum). Mind you, I saw a website today, advertising harps on a hire basis..............
