My Grandfather’s Brass Quintet Days
High school is one of the best times in anyone’s life but it can also be one of the worst times that you can ever go through if you are not in the cool kids’ league. You get to be humiliated every day of the four years that you spend there till some just can’t take it. When I was in high school I was always the nerdy kid who really didn’t fit in anywhere until I found out where I really belonged.
My grandfather owned this high brass quintet that he used to play all the time and it was one of the most beautiful sounds my ears could ever listen to. I would watch him play and listen for hours on end and that is how I and he were best friends to his deathbed. It was of course only natural that when he died, he left me with the instrument and I couldn’t have asked for anything more or less. I played it at his funeral and am sure that that is exactly what he would have wanted. To this day, I hold a very special place in my heart for that old man who taught me a lot about life.
Now, my grandfather was the sort that would do everything with me and that is why high school seemed a bit off for me as I really didn’t have anyone that I could call a friend. This is until I realized that my brass quintet playing skills were really useful somewhere and I could make a lot of friends there as well. So, when I was in my second year of high school I joined a band and that is how I got to make some of the most amazing friends that I have to this day.
It is funny because that is how I also met my wife who is the mother of my two beautiful daughters. It’s safe to say that I would probably be going through a midlife crisis as a single man if it wasn’t for this brass quintet. This instrument has taken me places and to this day, I still play it whenever I have a chance. I of course bought new ones and I always make sure that I attend concerts where they are playing it but I can’t still let go of the one that my grandfather left me. I hold a special bond with this one.
I now own like nine high brass quintets that I never let anyone get close to unless am playing for them and luckily my girls have taken to them really fast. My three year old one is actually quite good. It took me ages to learn this thing but it has taken her several months. Maybe it took so long for me to learn because my grandfather loved playing the instrument more than teaching I guess because the moment I placed it on my lips to blow, he would cover his ears and I would play it even louder.
Blissful moments, those were.
I learned to write music by myself and thanks to my grandfather, I can actually play this like a pro. He actually learnt to play it when he was in the army. It’s a funny story how he came to play it. They were in the army band and they were told to each pick an instrument they would like to play and that is how he got stuck with that and they had to form the group from thence.
He told me that the guys he was in the group with were the most amazing people he had ever met in his life and all they ever talked about was music and wine. Those were actually the two favorite things in his life and my grandmother used to complain about that all the time but I know that he loved her just as much.
I have never seen a grown man cry till the day I saw my grandfather on my grandmother’s funeral. All his three friends were there and they played the brass quintet together and it was a really sad piece that I can’t seem to let out of my head to this day. Now, old and with my own group, I love playing that song together and it always makes me feel better despite its sadness.