Town Mouse

The plas­tic trom­bone

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IN all my dreams about what mu­si­cal in­stru­ments the chil­dren might take up, I can hon­estly say that the trom­bone never fea­tured. I was, there­fore, al­most speech­less when one ar­rived at home late last year. To com­pound my as­ton­ish­ment, it was made of bronzed plas­tic rather than brass; it just seemed wrong. Since that time, it has made a nui­sance of it­self, be­ing bulky enough to clut­ter up the house, but nev­er­the­less reg­u­larly for­got­ten in the morn­ing rush be­fore mu­sic classes. Nor have weeks of lis­ten­ing to slightly tune­less rasp­ber­ries, of­ten prac­ticed at ex­tremely in­con­ve­nient times, rec­on­ciled me to it.

I have, how­ever, just un­der­gone a Da­m­a­scene con­ver­sion. I man­aged to fit in a school-lunchtime con­cert at the South­bank Cen­tre. Five chil­dren’s or­ches­tras per­formed a mixed pro­gramme in the main foyer. The sheer en­thu­si­asm with which the var­i­ous teach­ers con­ducted—al­most pal­pa­bly im­pos­ing time and pitch when ei­ther be­gan to wa­ver—was a de­light to watch. So too was the con­cen­tra­tion of the chil­dren. At the end, mu­si­cians and au­di­ence seemed equally elated.

My re­solve will be tested when the rasp­ber­ries re­sume, but it made me re­alise what a force for good this plas­tic trom­bone ac­tu­ally is. JG

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