I have been saving this old nickel clarinet for many, many years hoping to one day have it restored and begin to play it again.
My first experience with the clarinet was in fifth grade band, which only lasted one week. Everyone else had a fancy black one, with a sheik new case. Fearful of being teased because of my metal horn and the masking taped edges of the case, I dropped out. Yes, I regret it.
Recently, I took it to a music shop for a bid. "These clarinets were junk, from the beginning." the repairman said, bursting my hopes of becoming a renown artist. My thought to be priceless item, was nothing but a hunk of metal. He went on, "Bugs loved the pads and ate them up, he pointed to the tiny skeletons in my blue lined case. Oh, so that is what those little white things are.
Perhaps not valuable to them, but my Dad once played this and so did I, for one week.
