Nobody knows nothing

My partner has traced her Family Tree back to the dawn of time. Well a slight exaggeration really. She has got back to the 1600s where man's idea of foreplay, was shouting 'Brace yourself Gwendoline' Having failed miserably to find any relatives on my Dad's side I was confident that the information I had for my Mum's side would start me on the road to genealogy discovery. I had my Granddad's birth date. His death date, His wife's name. Her birth and death date. Where they shopped. Shoe size..... My partner typed all this info in and got................................................Nothing. I don't exist!!!! Just going to empty a bin this morning when I found a discarded poem. I don't know who wrote it and I have used a little artistic licence on a few words. It's simply called 'Music'

How many of us ever stop to think

Of music, as a wondrous magic link

With melodies sometimes taking the place of prayer

When words have failed us, beneath the weight of care

Music, that knows no Country, Race or Creed.

But rewards to each, according to their needs.

How very true. However, the way I am playing at the moment could not be classed as 'wondrous' as having real embouchure problems. I will need to put more practice in, me thinks? I find it a bit like Marathon running. You are coasting along just nicely, then this bloody great wall suddenly jumps out in front of you!!! Mind you, I have always been afraid of making a prat of myself whilst playing and yet if you click the title above you will see a video of a well known female vocalist, who did not realise the programme was going out live. She got into difficulty, but handled the situation without a hint of stress. However, as every musician will know, she would have been dying inside.