It’s true. After years of entertaining my children with whatever is at hand, I’ve gained skills. Nothing, however, satisfies me more than turning discarded household items into musical instruments—combining arts and crafts with music. Having bought new shoes for the kids recently, I thought it would be an excellent time to make tissue box guitars. When I researched the guitars online, I discovered that kids can make a whole orchestra from items lying around the house.
As far as I’m concerned, the tissue box guitar is the quintessential homemade musical instrument. It simply requires a tissue box and stretching a few rubber bands around it. I wondered if it might be a little young for my 10-year-old son, Spencer. But after snapping the last rubber band around the box, he started wailing on it like Jimi Hendrix.
Another exiciting musical project was a tom tom drum made out of a can with a balloon stretched over one end. Once constructed, the drum made a satisfying drum sound. A few days later, Murphy announced that the drum also made a satisfying “pop” when pierced by a toothpick. This was when I realized there was an unforeseen benefit to my children making their own instruments—they could destroy them and Mommy wouldn’t burst into tears.
Both boys enjoyed making oboes out of straws a little too much. I stepped out of the room for a few minutes only to return to over 20 straw oboes littering the floor. Far from being a lesson in recycling, I had unwittingly added tiny plastic oboes to our local landfill. Next time, I’ll know to hand the boys only a couple of straws that have outlived their usefulness.
Like the real things, homemade instruments can be hard on the ear when banged and tooted by youngsters. After listening to a few impromptu songs, I was ready to excuse myself and close the door. As I started to stand, Murphy said, “You know what, Mommy? The straw sounds like the duck in Peter and the Wolf.”
Exactly. The duck in Prokofiev’s orchestration is represented by the oboe. That is the kind of connection that gives a mom like me the strength to endure even more of her children’s earsplitting, cacophonic arrangements.
I sat back down and enjoyed the rest of the concert.