My adventure began

When my daughter decided to take up the cello, I began as well.

I'd never really had any music whatsoever. Well, that's not completely true, there was this one time when I was about 11-years-old when I came home from a summer camp with a burning desire to play of all things, the banjo. There was a guy at this summer camp in the North Carolina mountains who could really play. So I decided I wanted to be the next great banjo player.

My parents tried to talk me out of my newfound interest, but I was not to be denied. Off to the music store we went, and I returned home with rental banjo in hand.

Fast forward a grand total of probably about three weeks and my interest in the banjo had come to an end. The lessons were over and the banjo returned.

My family has never let me live down the banjo incident. The needling has always been in good fun and deserved, but my stupidity was always a bit embarrassing.

So a big part of my motivation is to erase this bad memory by surprising my family with the ability to play an instrument.. The cello appealed to me, and I thought it would be fun to learn alongside my daughter.

Thus, we went to the music store together and I came home with my own rental cello.