When I was young and still lived at home, my mother did all the cooking. Even now, I am married with kids, if I visit my mum, she insists on cooking. Who am I to complain? She cooks excellent meals and there’s nothing like a bit of a trip down memory lane when it comes to gastronomic delights.
When I entered the real world of marriage and kids, I still didn’t know how to cook. The trouble was, my new wife was not an expert in the culinary arts either so the meals we had in the first few months of marriage were fulfilling enough but rather mediocre. I was busy working to actually spend any time cooking and my spare time outside of work was spent trying to get a performing band together. I could play the guitar and sing, and two old schoolmates both played the guitar, one lead the other bass. We needed a drummer at least. We could all do vocals.
We practised in one of our garages which we had soundproofed as well as filled with an amazing amount of electronic stuff. We advertised for musicians in the local paper. I took a phone call a few days after our advert from a guy who was keen on joining the band. I told him to come to the garage on our practice evening and he could meet the guys and we could check him out. No problem he said.
On a Thursday afternoon, this guy turns up. We exchange greetings and lots of hellos after which I asked him where his instrument was, expecting him to go and get a guitar from his car. He produces this little leather case out of which he pulls a trumpet-like thing. It’s not what I imagined a trumpet looked like but hey! I only ever knew one trumpet player in my life – Louis Armstrong.
I said what the hell is that thing? He said it’s called a pocket trumpet. We all said we had never seen anything like it. Peter ( that was his name), said he had actually learnt to play as a kid on a regular trumpet but one day, after looking to replace the 15-year-old trumpet he had owned, he checked out a website called http://www.trumpethub.com/ and came across some information about these smaller styles. After trying one to make sure the sound was as good a quality as a standard instrument he decided to buy one. Peter said they sound great and a little easier to cart around. Slightly more portable they are, he said.
So we added a pocket trumpet player to our band because he was not only good but the different sound of a trumpet added some variety to our standard music. The band didn’t really move into the upper echelons of the music business and after it had folded, I made some better efforts to learn how to cook. All I can say is that my cooking ability these days is appreciated far more than my band ever was.