In the car, the pair listened to a classical radio station where they heard an oboe solo. Sharp’s father noticed and remarked how oboes were kind of rare.

He said, “You know, if you played oboe, you’d probably work.”

“So I’m 11,” she said. “Of course, I want to work. I chose the oboe, and he was right. I was the only oboe in the class.”

After about a year of being the only oboe in the class, though, Sharp noticed how much fun the saxophone section was having compared to how much work she was putting in.

I read it here. The singer/songwriter also says, “The oboe rocks in its own way.” So I’m hanging on to that, despite the fact that I don’t have as much fun as a saxophonist!