auricomous… Angie’s Antics

auricomous: having golden or blond hair

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Despite being newly acquainted with auricomous, we're now fast friends. I was Daddy’s golden-haired princess. I stoutly protested as a youngster, with bouncy blonde ringlets, “I’m not Blombie!” (Blondie). Later, honey blonde became what I generously deludedly refer to as platinum blonde.

Several auricomous generations have blessed the unsuspecting world with their musical endeavours. Family singalongs were accompanied by my Nana playing Honky-Tonk styled piano.

Her daughter, my Mum… another fair-haired child, learnt piano as an adult. What a firstborn perfectionist! I have not one single recollection of any piece being played straight through from start to finish. Misbehaving notes demanded a restart! A repeat performance! An infinity loop… one endured enjoyed by the entire family.

Threat of exams scared me off piano lessons until my teens. My wily father raced off to work just as I commenced sixty minutes of practice. The household futilely tried to slumber on! Inoffensive ivory keys were crankily pounded when I was sleep deficient. A reading addiction had paperback novels propped precariously on the sheet music shelf… wedged open between music books crammed full of scales and finger exercises. Playing by memory, my latest 'read' transported me to distant lands… until I thudded rudely back to the piano. Wraithlike, my mother appeared at the door... almost springing her delinquent daughter! Mistakes! What mistakes? Unstoppable me! Starting over; correcting errors; precise playing… a waste of my time! Lively Allegro was my best musical friend.

Fast forward to my surfer dude son... long blonde curls flew wildly as he passionately played his drum kit by the hour. Dish washing became a protracted affair as he maniacally air drummed to music streaming through his ear pods.

His baby sister’s musical journey was brief and torturous! Talent, skill and long blonde tresses were no consolation nor cure for hypoxia.

Mummy, I’ve got asthma! I can't play bass clarinet! I can’t breathe!

Don’t be silly!

Soon after, an ENT surgeon was amazed she'd managed to breathe, let alone play a woodwind instrument! Unsurprisingly, a tonsillectomy followed post haste. Poor Bass Clarinet held bad memories and so he exited her life forever. However, her Rapunzel honey blonde locks still follow her on her life’s adventures.

Golden hair... everything a musician could want!

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auricomous

Majestic music

Mangled monotonously…

Mercifully muted.

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Super speedy song

Auricomous princess plays

Notes so often wrong!

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Blonde curls bounce and fly

Son, crazily drums the air

Dishes slowly dry.

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Golden-haired daughter

Vainly gasps for breath like a

Lamb to the slaughter.

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Sunshine coloured hair

beautifully adorned Musos'

Exuberant flair!

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Written for Penny Fuller’s challenge below. Apologies that auricomous spun me off on a tangent down Memory Lane!