What’s the point of the right tool?
It could be everything.
I’ve been playing my Linton clarinet for 43 years, longer than I’ve driven a car.
My father gave me a fine quality wooden instrument and it has served me well. (My parents got into a lot of UCLA football games for free because I played that clarinet in the band.)
The clarinet sat in its case for many years, but our current church needed a second clarinetist ten years ago.
They invited me to play.
The instrument has been tweaked several times–new pads put on the keys because some invisible moth likes to chew them.
Other than that, it’s been the same instrument from the beginning. My father chose well.
But as a tool, the clarinet needed some help one day.
A year ago, I noticed I had to blow harder to keep the tone pure.
By the end of playing two services, I felt wiped out. Nothing had changed with the clarinet. I figured the problem was me and I needed to work harder.
Six months later, I no longer could hit the lower register with confidence. Squeaking–the bane of the beginner–shanghaied me in too many services.
It was embarrassing and irritating, not to mention a distraction from the music.
I played tentatively, and after muddling along for several months, finally took the instrument to Gary to be repaired.
He replaced a pad–those microscopic moths again– and my clarinet and I played beautifully–for one service.
I switched reeds, tried to focus harder. Then I loosened my embrasure; I tightened it. Nothing improved, joy fled, and I pondered giving up.
Who knew the mouthpiece was the tool, the key, to the whole instrument?
In despair, I returned to Gary.
He put his mouthpiece on the instrument and played the clean, clear, warm low notes of a fine instrument.
When I put my mouthpiece on, I felt humiliated all over again.
I had to blow hard, my tone airy and juvenile–more like fizzing pop than aged brandy. Even after I switched reeds, I blew more of the same. I couldn’t meet his eyes.
Gary is a tuba player.
He suggested a new mouthpiece.
Why? This one had worked fine for 43 years. It looked exactly the same, how could a piece of newer black plastic make a difference?
I told him I’d think about it.
The gift of the right tool
When my twenty-something son heard the story, he bought me a new clarinet mouthpiece for Christmas.
(Kind of looks like Darth Vader, doesn’t it?)
The first time I blew into the new mouthpiece with the new reed, the tone sounded clear, strong, and effortless. I nearly cried.
Playing with the right tool, I was a musician again.
We’re all like my clarinet, intended for a purpose.
God gifts us with talents and abilities suited to us, and us alone. He puts us in a time and place to glorify Him with our lives.
But sometimes what we’ve done in the past–the “jobs” we’ve performed for God’s kingdom— don’t play so well in the present. We need to be tweaked.
It was hard to let go of that old mouthpiece–I’m not sure I would have done it on my own.
I needed my son to hear the story, see the obvious solution, and present me with a new mouthpiece.
Beautiful music, using the same old musician but with an improved tool/clarinet, was the result.
I wonder if sometimes God calls me to do something in a slightly altered method and I don’t want to try a different way. It worked my way in the past, why try something new? It doesn’t look worn out, why should I replace it?
Because sometimes just playing the right tool can turn a chore back into a pleasure.
Julie Surface Johnson says
I loved this, Michelle. (And, yes, the mouthpiece does look like Darth Vader.)
I think that, for me, the right tool was moving us to Prineville. New beginnings can create a fresh perspective and generate new energy. I’m excited to see what God has in store for this older instrument–what music I’ll play–what chore will be turned back into a pleasure. Beauty for ashes. . . .
Jamie Clarke Chavez (@EditorJamieC) says
Love it!!!
Nancy Williams says
Great post, Michelle. Food for thought for me as I step into a new year and a new season of my life … sorting through what to hold onto and what to set aside.
klasko says
Ah Michelle, you brought me back to my old clarinet days. (Another thing we have in common). I haven’t played in years – passed mine along to a worthy young musician in the family years ago. Glad you let go of the old mouthpiece and got the new one. For a minute, I was worried about your health. I’m so glad it all turned out well and you are back to making beautiful music. ~TwinK
michelleule says
I’ll have to look Prineville up on the map, Julie . . .
I’ve been wondering lately if perhaps I’m no longer “hip” enough to speak truth to a younger generation. Having young people in my house–I’ve got two 23-year-olds living with me right now–keeps me in tune to what is important to this generation and enables to see the affect of technology and how it can better be used.
My clarinet mouthpiece, of course, became a symbol to me that just because something doesn’t look dated or not workable, doesn’t mean I can’t try something new or replace it. I need to be open to the changes that God brings, even in the small things, to stay a useful musician in his kingdom. (To stretch the analogy way too far!).
Thanks for sharing and great to hear from you Twink!