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to summon Satan you must play Hot Cross Buns on the recorder three times in a row

Fuck bitches, I could play it with my nose. 

I actually rocked at recorder, why did everyone hate it so much?

I still have mine. And the booklet that taught you how to play it.

don’t they do that to everyone? they’re like ‘we will expose children to music and thus enrich their lives by having them all simultaneously create a cacaphony that vaguely resembles mary had a little lamb until the sperglords flip out and start hitting people with the recorder, we are such cultural pioneers.’

meanwhile at home my dad was teaching me to play blues guitar. he remade a ukelele into a tiny six-string for me. the two of us would do a duet of ‘mama, you treat your daddy so damn mean; when i ask for water, you gimme gasoline’ until mom cracked up.

but i dunno, maybe there’s some kid somewhere who had their eyes opened to the wonders of music because of that stupid tootlepipe. stranger things have happened.

Jegus fuck. Truth. I still have it somewhere, and there is only one bloody thing I can play, dear god Běžela ovečka shall haunt me till the end of times and beyond :D

I was not forced and I enjoyed every little moment of playing it. I actually still do, even though my skills have become a little rusty. I guess I should continue playing it once again, since I have won several music awards, back in my town. It was fun.

I think that the recorder is one of the most underrated music instruments ever created.

I was attending the class as a substitute for my sister who was always sick, parents didn’t want the money let go to waste. Out of the 30 classes that year I attended about 28 and sistah two.

The only thing I learned was Halí Belí. I practiced a lot. Parents weren’t pleased. They never signed us for a music class again.