In third grade, they demonstrated all the orchestra instruments, and when I heard the trumpet, there was not a doubt in my mind that this was me. It has been thus ever since. The trumpet has a quality of sound that reaches deep inside you and tears your soul into pieces, which sounds bad, but is actually very good. It is freedom. Pure freedom.
Of course, as it happens, I also play djembe and dumbek, so I could jam with you, @Coloma. And I could be very attractive to you, @deni, since I also play harmonica. Dijeridu, recorder and voice round out the collection of instruments I am good at. And each is special to me in its own way and has it’s own unique place in my life.
I picked up spare cash in Germany playing the recorder in the church square in Freiburg. I picked up an instant soul connection with a woman I didn’t know playing a harmonica duet with her at a yoga ashram. I made another similar connection once with a dancer I played trumpet for in a performance on the cliffs overlooking the Pacific Ocean.