tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172538029454002634.post6981771036154466240..comments2024-02-12T21:16:23.041+11:00Comments on Behind Sally's Books: Deconstructing FusilierFlorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10668867058378084452noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172538029454002634.post-75705241725611344592018-12-31T23:05:18.952+11:002018-12-31T23:05:18.952+11:00Bassoon of course! A few days ago I was talking to...Bassoon of course! A few days ago I was talking to a young man who was playing the bassoon outside the local supermarket - he was doing Christmas carols by request and he told me a bit about the instrument.Florahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10668867058378084452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172538029454002634.post-70279560476806797532018-12-31T19:29:19.605+11:002018-12-31T19:29:19.605+11:00In my first year at high school we were all offere...In my first year at high school we were all offered the chance of learning a musical instrument; the choices were trumpet, violin and bassoon. I chose bassoon because a) I had never heard of it and b) everyone else had already chosen trumpet or violin. Not quite the same as choosing the 'less expensive' option, but I can't imagine what my band name would have been based on that history... (I do still have my bassoon though, it's hanging above my piano in the dining room)eDilettantehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13494827377363716057noreply@blogger.com