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Don’t forget the parents who support their talented progeny by purchasing instruments, transporting to lessons, encouraging home practice.
When they “age out” of the tight framework of classes and competitions and recitals, what’s going to keep them actively involved in this music?
Mostly you play because there are times when you hear this music that something you can’t explain stirs inside your mind and pulls you out of the conscious moment like an endorphin riptide flooding your senses with wave after wave after wave of melody and lift and nyah.
You play it because it calls up a part of you that’s nearly impossible to locate in the workaday world of your normal existence, but it’s a part you don’t want to ever see disappear, and this simple yet endlessly nuanced music keeps it within reach, tethered by gossamer wisps of diddley-di-ay floating across your aching synapses.