We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
There is a huge part of me that appreciates the oneness musicians have with their instrument.
Closest I ever got was the wax paper and comb and the tongue and reed bird call.
I did initiate a holiday tradition of playing the rims of our wine glasses at Thanksgiving dinner. It's kinda neat. Note: the fingertip circling the rim must be moist and various degrees of pressure must be attempted before the glass will sing.