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Of course, we both know the other one is frittering it away on rubbish! And my lack of understanding on her stuff is just as great as her lack of understanding on mine.
Nobody at home understands what any of my stuff does.
Hobbys were often discouraged by my dad as a waste of time.
I'd come home from work and have a jam, n he would come into my room and tell me to do the washing, change a light bulb, whatever.
Id say, yeah later just playing guitar.
He would often tell his then 16 year old son 'you spend too much time wasting your time mate, never gonna be Clapton are you?'.
The idiocy of his own statement was lost on him. Because, well he is a fucking idiot.
I suffered that type of shit from him since I wanted to play football with a team at about 7 or 8, then again doing archery at 14. He basically destroyed my confidence each time and I suffered and still do suffer a lot of mental blocks because of it, leading me to have to give up.
Til I snapped at 25 that is and we squared off, him now half as wide and not as tall as me.. Now days, hes mellowed and changed retired and understanding.
But my unwillingness to allow someone to control my hobby has remained.
After the shared bills and any important or maintenance stuff has been paid, my money is mine!
Mrs Oct is supremely enthusiastic for my life as a musician.
Even more than I am at times.
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As some of you may know, I'm a clarinet/sax player by trade. I was taught piano and recorder from the age of four. When I got to seven, my parents asked if I wanted to play a "proper" instrument. Yes I know, in the right hands, a recorder really IS a proper instrument.
So I asked if I could learn clarinet. They sought advice from the husband of an old friend of my mum's, who led the second violins in the Welsh National Opera Orchestra. Well the advice came back that I ought to learn flute, having small hands and immature teeth, and that I could graduate onto the clarinet when I was older.
So I played the wimpy flute, got all my grades and then aged thirteen, got bored shitless of the classical flute repertoire, gave up, took up guitar and had the time of my life. When I reached 19 I decided that my single reed desires weren't met, so I begged, stole, borrowed and eventually acquired my own tenor sax. That's when my real life started as a musician.
Played my ass of day and night, went to college, practised like a bastard and then when I got a gig playing sax and flute at the National Theatre in London, I was asked to stay on to the next show as MD. However, the composer wanted clarinet, not sax as the play was set in a sax free zone. I went out, bought a clarinet and practised every second of the day that I could, and by the end of the rehearsals I was leading the onstage band on clarinet. I felt like I'd come home.
Music has saved my life in so many ways. And now back into guitar (which I play on about 1/5 of the gigs that I do, I feel settled and happy with where I am. Now, unlike guitars, I have my flute, clarinets and saxes and they are permanent in as much as they can be. One instrument in particular has been with me for 45 years. The next has been with me for 25. Go figure.
My wife is also a musician, she's an amazing composer, singer and choir leader/teacher. She gets what having the right piano/instrument is about and she gets that I need occasionally(!) to change guitars and accepts that it's a journey. I play in a dup and trip with her on guitar and clarinet and she can tell when I'm with the right instrument for me.
I'm one lucky so-and-so and always have gratitude to my parents (who pushed me slightly in the wrong direction at first) and to my amazing wife who gets this shit.
My missus likes the idea of me doing music, but never gives me the chance to play anything and gets annoyed when I keep playing her stuff I've been recording
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Mrs R has no issue with me noodling, although she often draws the line at drums.
She's pretty happy as long as it doesn't interfere with her favourite hobby: marking 30 sets of maths/ English work. Can't see the attraction myself.
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Just because you're paranoid, don't mean they're not after youIt's not really about ranking hobby outcomes though, it's more about enjoyment. And recognising it is important to the other person to have space to do things they are interested in.
However she has transitioned into full time freelancing in what is her hobby this year. So she's often working long hours which gives me time to play music.
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It was my second wife who got me back into playing. She encouraged me, bought me some gear. And she got me involved in a wedding band and we played a great gig. A couple of years later she bought me a Les Paul.
I don't have to explain my love of music and guitar gear to my wife. She gets it completely. And she plays piano and sings herself.