In Praise of Mediocre Kids

Last year, my son Finn came home from school and announced that he wanted to play the French horn. Naturally, I signed him up. A few weeks later, we got an email from the music director politely letting us know that Finn would benefit greatly from a tutor: The French horn is a tricky instrument, and it’s difficult to match the correct tone of the instrument to the notes.

No kidding. We’d had to endure the sounds of a drowning elephant coming from our living room almost daily.  So although I’d already paid $150 for the music program and rented the instrument for $42 a month, I agreed to look into a tutor.