trombone raze there's more range to the instrument than i realized. it's capable of traversing the distance from sub-foghorn flatulence all the way to mid-range trumpet territory. the dude can really wail on the thing. it makes sense that his last name is a rock, because he seems solid. what amazes me is the control. to play the trombone well, you have to have a good lip, great ears, and precise hands, and all three have to work together as one well-oiled machine. there are no keys to guide you, in the same way there are no frets on a cello. you're chasing the sound, is what you're doing, hooking it between your fingers, giving it your breath, saying, "now, go here." 140919 ... unhinged my niece plays the trombone. of all the instruments... i think her teacher talked her into it cause she is tall so she has long arms 140919 ... ovenbird I chose the trombone in grade seven band because I thought it was a lonely_instrument. Nobody ever picked it so I felt like we had an affinity and I loved it like someone finding an unexpected_kindred. I liked the way I had to find my way around by feel. I could go anywhere the slide would take me with no limits on where I might land. It took all the air in my lungs to slide from first position to seventh and the vibrations made my face go numb. All my parts were boring bass lines but landing on the right note at all felt like a small_miracle. The trombone was a good ally, and could be used as a stealthy weapon. When a boy who tormented me was sitting only a seat away playing the trumpet, I could extend the slide, open the spit valve with my thumb, and let it leak surreptitiously on the laces of his bright white Nikes. Everyone needs a friend like that. Mine was brass and loved in the only way it knew how. 250518 what's it to you? who go blather from