Of the many things I wanted to do today, playing the clarinet was not one of them. But there it was on my shelf—the old clarinet my co-worker gave to me because her daughter played it once 10 years ago and decided she didn’t like it, almost as if it were lonely.

It felt really familiar.

I started running through some scales, but unfortunately, there is something seriously wrong with the bottom half (right hand) and although I can get it to play G/A/B below middle C, I can’t get it to play much else, especially with any of the side or register keys.

Total bummer.

Maybe I’ll get around to bringing it into the music store for a quote on getting it fixed. We’ll see.