Every musical instrument has its magical effect on people. Even if they are not so much into music they can fall in love with the sound.

This tremendous Gibson SG Classic at Musicians friend I got was like a wizard’s wand. Playing music with it I could almost hypnotize my friends. There is no arguing that this was the best idea I had. I could play on it for hours and never get bored. Also, by using the bass amp at Musicians friend, I managed to get the most of it. Such a clear sound, it was similar to those crystal clear nature sounds you would hear when being in a forest at night.

I wanted to make myself the perfect combination so I got myself this brand new wireless midi. Need to say I bought this after I was advised by my close friend. He told me it’s something you must have if you consider yourself a music addict.

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We found an old violin at the basement of our church. My hubby said it belongs to our deceased pastora’s husband.

The kids tried it out. Too bad nobody knows how to play one. My hubby said he will try to teach our eldest even with his limited knowledge of this instrument. My concern is the noise around the house when he’s practicing especially when our youngest baby is sleeping. Good thing I found out there is this thing called violin mute that would render the sound from the violin softer so it won’t be heard in the other room.

We didn’t have that much money growing up but my grandma still provided money for me to take piano lessons.  I was eager to learn at first and was excited when my mom bought me my first keyboard but my interest soon died out.  My piano teacher was a nun at where my grandma was teaching and she was teaching me classical piano pieces.  I didn’t have any interest in those and I wanted to be able to play the pop songs I hear on the radio instead.

I think I only lasted one summer before I stopped.  Now after two decades I really regret not pursuing my piano lessons.  The man I married is passionate about music and is a very good guitar player.  Our son is following in his footsteps fast and I feel sometimes I can’t relate with them when it comes to music.  How I wish I can play the piano while I teach my son to sing some songs.  Instead, all I do is play songs from YouTube to inspire him while my husband is away at work.  We then wait for his Dad to come home before my son’s real music lessons start under the tutelage of his Dad.  One time I attempted to teach Z the lyrics but it turned out to be a disaster.  Oh, he got the lyrics alright but he also got my bad singing tune!  hahaha  So now I don’t even attempt to sing anymore I just rely on Mr. YouTube to do the singing for me.

So how can a not musically inclined mom teach her son music?  I still don’t know.  If you have the answer please comment. Thanks!

I grew up listening to the songs of oldies.  My grandparents collected music tapes when I was a child and we had a wall full of those music tapes.  Actually, it was my grandfather who collected those tapes but he passed away when I was just three years old.  Even though I didn’t get the chance to know him I know by staring at our wall full of tapes that he liked music – a lot.  My grandmother played some of the tapes – her favorites but not all the time so when I was old enough to put a tape in a stereo I began discovering the music by myself.  That’s how I came to know Abba, Paul Anka, The Carpenters, Barry Manilow, Neil Sedaka, and many others.  I had no idea who those were I just got some tapes at random and listened and found out that I liked their songs too.  How I wish I still have those tapes.  It’s the  one thing that links me and the grandfather I never knew.