WWM #17: Music

I am the least musical person in the world.  I cannot carry a tune.  Singing voice – well, let’s just say a bit – lots of bits – better is to be desired.

I can read music.  I took piano lessons.  When I practiced the piano, the dog would sit at the back door and whine to be let out.  When my sister practiced, he would curl up in a ball under the piano bench – if he had been a cat, doubtless he would purr along.

However, despite my own inadequacies in the music department, I really like music.  When I was a child, a family friend, Boris – who fled Tsarist Russia after the October Revolution (being a prince) – was a wonderful musician.  He played the balalaika and sang melancholy Russian songs.  A balalaika, a song bird.  Here is to music in all its forms!