Regrets......
I played cello last year for school. It is quite fun to fiddle around with. I tried recording it one time, but I didn't exactly have the proper mic for the job. It still came out alright, though. I added a bunch of reverb and it really brought one of my tracks to life.
I took up the cello at school, when I was 12. But for entirely the wrong reasons. Cello clashed with French so I figured if I did cello, I wouldn't have to do French homework over the weekend. But my French teacher, the delectable but fiery tempered Mrs McNicholls {she was Miss Hughes in my first year} soon disabused me of such notions. And thus, I lost interest. But I was too scared to pull out so I spent a year 'learning' it
{ie, carrying it miles home and setting it down !}and getting nowhere and having bus conductors making gags about carrying IRA bombs and all that. Each friday was a nightmare as it became more and more obvious that I hadn't been practicing. Whereas this girl called Lalleen or something like that, who was learning with me, made superb progress and the fact that she was a year younger compounded my shame. I wanted to break the cello across her back every time I heard her play. She was marvelous.
Still, I can read the road signs when I'm in France, Belgium and Switzerland !
Bouzouki !!!! A Greek friend turned me on to one, very cool!!!
I don't regret much in life. The episode with the cello wasn't one that left me full of regret because 20 years later I bought one and did quite a bit of recording with it. Even though I couldn't really play it. I just love that sound.
But the bouzouki, ah well, that's another story. When I got into Irish/celtic folk back in the early 90s, I noticed the bouzouki turned up on loads of albums that I'd get. I later realized that it was like a big sized mandolin. Anyway, when my wife and I were in Crete, I saw a bouzouki in a shop there and I had just enough money to buy it. But the shop was closed that day and so we proposed to go back the next day and buy it. But it was on the other side of the island and we wanted to explore the one side we'd not seen. It was our last day and I figured we could fit it all in and get back to that other shop and get the bouzouki. But the buses took so long to get us where we wanted to go that half way back on the way to getting the bouzouki I realized we'd never make it. And we were flying back home that night. I actually read the whole of Dee~Dee Ramone's autobiography on those busrides !