adamosmianski
Senior Member
I was always interested in music. I'm not gonna' say I did the pots and pans thing, but the radio was always on and my folks had a good record collection. Though I do remember asking my dad to keep rewinding the drum fill in "In the Air Tonight". For whatever reason, at my elementary school you could start strings in 3rd grade, but not brass/woodwind/percussion until 4th grade. Because I just wanted to do music, I asked my mom if I could play the violin. She wisely asked me to wait one more year, and said if I really wanted to do it in 4th grade I could. Once brass and percussion was on the table I quickly forgotten about the violin. I was leaning drums, but was torn between that and trombone. When my uncle, who was/is a weekend drummer in bar bands caught wind of this he showed up one Sunday at my grandparents house with a snare drum and a pair of sticks, set it down in front of me, and told 9-year-old Adam that "trombone players don't get any pussy". And here I am.