I love music. My mother loved music and had a considerable album collection, of various type of music, that I was welcomed to request from since my very earliest memories. Her father had a wind-up Edison record player and dozens of quarter-inch-thick platters, all of which I had access to from early childhood. I remember playing "K-K-K-Katie" (a song from WWI) over and over again. I can still sing the chorus although I haven't heard it in over 40 years. I still own nearly 8 linear feet of vinyl LPs and I'm approaching 400 CDs in my collection.
Yet, for all my love of music, I can't play an instrument to save my soul. I simply have stupid fingers and left on it's own, my internal rhythm will stumble and fall after about two bars. I always wanted to play drums, but Mom (wisely) refused, promising to buy me any other instrument I wished to try. I started with my brother's left-over Mellophone (French- horn) in high school and never mastered it. I asked for, and got, a trumpet when I hit my Herb Alpert phase. I was even worse on that. My sister tried a guitar for a while and when I discovered that that was the instrument I truely loved, it came to me. Later, I bought a Yamaha and finally a Martin D-35, an absolutely gorgeous and rich-toned guitar, but never achieved more that a modicum of success playing it. Actually, at my very best (during my 3 months as a beach bum in Hawaii), I could barely stand to listen to myself play.
A few years ago, I came acquired a harmonica, then bought another. I played with them a little bit but never really gave it the attention needed to learn an instrument. When the stereo got stolen out of my IH Scout, I decided to stop buying them for the thieves and tossed the harmonicas in my console for when I needed music. So I started trying to master two songs by Credence Clearwater Revival whenever I had more than a few minutes worth of driving to do. After a relatively short (for me) learning period, I started to get it! I may have stupid fingers but my tongue and lips could actually learn something! I've found my instrument!!
One night, about 1 AM, I was driving out to see a friend and rocking out on the harmonica. I was in the middle of a particularly difficult passage, playing with both hands and driving with my knee, when the exit came up, so I steered off with my knee, hence, a little jerky. As I sat a the light I noticed a CHP pull up behind me so I put the harmonica away. The light changed and I made the turn and stopped at the next light. When that light turned, the CHP hit his lights and pulled me over. He walked up to the window and asked for my license, then he said, "Well, you're obviously not drunk, but your truck really jerked off the exit back there, how come?".
He had me dead-to-rights, so I did the only reasonable thing, I told the truth. I said, "Officer, I was playing harmonica at the time and it a tricky passage and I needed both hands. I was aware that there was no body around, so I didn't think it was too big of a deal".
The CHP looked at me and said, "Harmonica, huh? Can you play a few bars for me?"
I got the harmonica out of the console and proceeded to play the song right where I had left off, so I was rockin' it! I played about 7 bars, then stopped and looked at him.
He handed my license back and said, "Keep both hands on the wheel", and took off.