My name is a reflection of my former life as an avid brass player (tromBONE, EUPHonium, bariTONE). Almost took the plunge for a career as an orchestral trombonist but my senior year of high school, upon making all state (last chair), I realized how much of a gap there was between me and the top players. Back in the 80s there were a dozen orchestras where you could earn a full time salary as a musician (close to half that now), and I didn't like my odds given how much better these other players were than me. I decided on my fall back option, and took a career in science. After I got a full time job, I resumed my brass playing with a vengeance. Until my kid started taking lessons after my aunt gave him her old nylon string classical. Being able to read music, etc. I watched his lessons carefully to help him, and I decided one afternoon to try it myself and I fell in love with it in no time. Discovered Taylors when I took him to get his guitar restrung (pretty sure they still had gut strings on them - yech!) and went into the acoustic room and I just loved all of the big Taylors, Martins, and Gibsons.
