Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek. Auuuuuuuuk.

No, I wasn’t killing a chicken. I was trying to play my oboe.

I played the oboe in the junior high school band.

This story was pretty fun to read. Check it out.

From the way it’s written — he does use his real name when he talks to the band director — I’m thinking it might be true.


  1. Great tale – and I can relate since I had the same problem when I started my oboe life. Learning in school without an oboe teacher, I had no one to advise me, and I do recall “fingering” my way through my first school band concert. Unlike the author I persevered and learned to produce a semblance of musical sound from those infuriating pieces of cane, and while I never had the training or ambition to play at a professional level, I do play well enough to be welcome in several community groups, and to gain a great deal of enjoyment from my music.

  2. Glad you enjoyed the link, Bonney! It’s great, too, to hear that you’ve made the “oboe thing” work for you. (Did you ever have a private instructor at all, or have you made it all on your own?)

    Playing for pure enjoyment is wonderful. May you have many many years of that! 🙂