When I was in Junior High at Whatcom Middle School in Bellingham, WA, it was required that you took the music class. We had this class twice a week with a Mr. Bartruff as I recall. Imagine that, in these times of “music is not necessary in public education.” Not band or choir, but a class where we studied and learned about music and it’s history.
We listened to a lot of music. And not only that, we were allowed to bring in our own music to listen to. Well, I brought some in to listen to. I sorta created my own show-and-tell cuz I don’t recall anybody else bringing in tunes. Pretty sure I brought in Nashville Cats and Do you believe in Magic by the Lovin’ Spoonful and My Green Tambourine by the Lemon Pipers.
I think the other kids thought I was kinda strange for doing this. I guess I was hoping that maybe I would be able to impress a girl. And that maybe I would be one of the most chased-after boys in school. I was chased all right, but mostly by other guys who wanted to kick my pansy ass. But, I know now that it was all about sharing music and the joy I get from doing that and not some form of an attention seeking device. Sometimes, I think I would rather listen to music than play it.