Personal Narrative: The Day That Metal Sang

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The Day That Metal Sang Have you ever heard something as glorious as wind rushing through pipes and making a sound? In this instance, it is not just pipes it is a hunk of metal that takes time to mold into beautiful shapes that are soldered together to make an instrument. Although I have never been good at making the trumpet sing the first time that I heard it I knew I wanted to play trumpet. Doc Severinsen, a name that means so little to so many people. A name that engraved in the mind of a lot of people that he is one of the best jazz trumpeters in the world. When I was about to go into middle school my parents almost needed me that I would have to play an instrument for at least one year so I would not fall into a slump, or fall in with the bad crowd. When asked what I wanted to play by my band teacher I responded with “I have …show more content…
The way the boom of the bass drum was too harsh on the ears, and the flute was too high pitched. The clarinet was weird and the French horn seemed too much of a challenge. I picked up the last two CDs and it had the picture of a saxophone in my left hand and in my right hand was a picture of a trumpeter was salt and pepper hair, holding a cigar, and with a beautiful now known Bach Stradivarius model 37. I put in the cd for the saxophone and liked it at the time it was the best instrument I heard all day, however, I put in the trumpet one and picked a song I think I would like. Stardust, a title to this day still gives me chills to think about. The rise and fall of the sweet brassy jazz sound made me sway back and forth listening in time I thought I was in there for at least an hour. The double c played in his solo gave me chills I felt up and down my entire body. I knew that is the instrument I wanted to play, after I listened to the CDs I went back into the other room and tried the two instruments I thought I could play, the saxophone and the