So I have two things to tell. First, when I was in University Philharmonic at Mizzou, Bobby McFerrin came to campus and did a concert. But not just any concert. It was a concert where he conducted us. It was one of the coolest experiences of my life. The real memory moment was when he had the trumpets do the fanfare to the William Tell Overture (if you don’t know what that is, consider this your home schooling assignment du jour: Google it), and then had us all sing our parts.
So that’s one story. Now, watch the video, and watch his hands.
Do you notice that about halfway through the Ave Maria, the fingers on his left hand are “playing” the microphone?
I always thought he was solely a vocalist, but this makes me think he’s an instrumentalist too, because I do that ALL THE TIME. I have learned perfect pitch and I just start playing whatever is going on–in a concert, on the radio, in church. I play steering wheels. Concert programs. The backs of my hands. I don’t even know I’m doing it anymore. And Christian frequently says to me, “Kate! Stop playing my hand!”