Win tickets to MoogFest!

Wanna go to Moogfest?! Well Moogfest will be in Asheville, NC this October 26th and 27th and only Lightning 100 is giving you the chance to score TWO passes to the festival the celebrates music, musical instrumentation and musicians of all shapes and sizes! We want our L100 listeners to leave a comment below and tell us their stories and memories of their very first instrument. Did your grandfather buy you your first guitar when you were 15? Or do you still pluck the strings of the violin your happy your parents made you learn how to play when you were 5? We want to know what music means to you and how an old piece of wood made you who you are. We will pick two winners to get TWO passes each to Moogfest! Get the tissues, set down the drumsticks and start writing. It doesn’t have to be an essay, just a memory!

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7 Responses to “Win tickets to MoogFest!”

  1. Kelly Dansby says:

    Apart from vividly remembering the recorder in elementary school and playing hot cross buns… i consider the fiddle my first. :) Waking up to a banjo every morning was not my idea of a GOOD morning at the age of 5…that wake up call tortured me as a kid! So, between that and being forced to tag along to Old Fort for bluegrass jams as a child, I suppose it makes sense why the cassette tape recording of most of my fiddle lessons with Arvil Freeman in Asheville are barley audible a midst my crying! I completely resent sticking with it now of course, and am in the process of looking for lessons for myself and my now 5 year old in Raleigh, who asks daily when she can start her lessons up again :) Thanks mama/noni for the music that runs in our family… my 5 year old Ava just made up a “You better wash!” song last night. Can’t wait to take HER to MOOG and a million other shows!

  2. Molly Thomas says:

    When I was five I remember watching Scooby Doo and deciding I was determined to become a Hex Girl. I was blonde, therefore it would only do the be the blonde drum playing Hex Girl. I begged my mom to teach me how to play drums and pleaded for a drum set. She told me I’d have to wait until middle school. The first day of middle school banded rolled around and I was bursting with excitement. The 7 or 8 kids that would make up the band gathered in the band room as our teacher asked us what instruments we would like to play. He put up a list of different instruments on the board and called them off one by one. I was set on the drums, but he never wrote drums on the board. He read off percussion and I sat there glumly. I didn’t want percussion. I wanted drums. I finally decided I wanted to play the trumpet. I went home that day to tell my mom that I was going to be a trumpet player. Needless to say, she was a bit confused but throughout middle school I was determined to become the best trumpet player ever. Maybe I never learned how to play drums, but I absolutely love the trumpet. I am glad I didn’t know what percussion meant.

  3. jed sisk says:

    Growing up I was much like animal from the muppets, always banging on pots and pans trying to lay down a drum beat like you would hear in a parade. I went into 6th grade determined to play the snare drum. We financed a drum through the music program and away I went. I spent day and night learning rudiments trying to become the next Neil Pert. I am now in a local punk metal band continuing my passion for drums and have been playing for 16 years now. I believe we all can benefit from expressing our emotions through music.

  4. My very first instrument was the clarinet – classic middle school band material. All my friends were joining band so of course my pre-teen, peer pressured self decided to flock along with the other geese. My mother nor father never studied an instrument or were that into music (beyond the general interest that most have) so my inclination to such a thing was a mystery to them. I played that woodwind for awhile then switched over to the bass clarinet because it was weird and obscure and only like three people in band played it. One of my best friends was one of those people so that helped. I kept up with it through middle school, tried band out for a year in high school then dropped it because the instructor was a total square. But since then I’ve always had an unquenchable curiosity for music. The guitar is my preferred instrument these days but I’m happy to find that I can still get so much joy and satisfaction out of making music.

  5. My father’s mother is painfully sweet and old-fashioned. Sitting beside her while she played from a baptist hymnal (even though she was a Presbyterian) is an early memory. I remember asking her what the dots were on the page and she said it was the music but that she played by ear. I didn’t understand so we sang Jingle Bells and Joy to the World and she helped me find the melody in the keys. I remember being amazed that I could take something inside my head and make it happen outside. And proud. Every visit after I would sit and annoy any other company figuring out any melody I could sing. Last December I graduated with a K-12 music ed degree, I live on a couch while substitute teaching and delivering pizza, and my gear is worth much, much more than my car. Priorities.

  6. Allison says:

    I bought my first acoustic guitar when I was 15 with my first pay check from my first job. (A lot of firsts!!). I could barely stand the drive home I was so excited. I remember the first thing I learned to play was “Seven Nation Army” by the White Stripes. Throughout the next few years I bought several more guitars, but I was always so proud of my first one. It was the first thing I ever bought with my own money. A few years later a friend of mine’s little brother wanted to start learning how to play guitar. I taught him a few small things here and there, and eventually gave him my first guitar. It was kind of hard to do, but he was ecstatic! Not long after I moved off for college. I was home a few weeks ago, and I ran into the boy I gave my guitar to, and he still has it. The funny thing is his playing is way better than mine! It was such proud moment for me, because as hard as it was for me to give up my guitar it was completely worth. Not only did that cheap acoustic change my life, it also changed someone elses.

  7. Ben Boyd says:

    When I started middle school I was determined to learn to play saxophone. My family didn’t have much growing up and my grandfather wanted to make sure that I truly wanted to play the saxophone. He and my father sat me down one day and had a long talk with me about how important it was that I learn the saxophone and not give it up. My first saxophone cost my grandfather $1,200. To this day I remember coming home from school and my grandfather would make sure that I would practice. I only knew how to play “Mary Had a Little Lamb” and he told me that I had to practice and hour every day. If that was the only song I knew then I had to practice that song for an hour straight. My saxophone got me a scholarship to college and I now work in the music industry. I play my saxophone at home for my own pleasure. Thank you Grandpa.