Jill Bergman

This story takes place in 1999, at the time I had just turned 30.

And for my 30th birthday, I decided to venture into the world of music.

My past experience with music was lessons for piano when I was about seven and I read the music backwards for a week.

And the second venture into music was in middle school.

I took a clarinet back and forth to school for about a month, too afraid to tell my parents I didn't know where band practice was.

So at 30, I really had no experience with music.

And I thought I'd go for something real easy and went with an instrument that would make me happy.

And the one thing that I thought always made me happy was the banjo.

So I thought, boy, easy instrument to learn.

Not the best choice for someone who has no rhythm at all.

And so I got the banjo.

I'm getting lessons.

And the instructor has me buy a metronome, technology metronome.

And so I don't buy the little

Because I really need technology.

I buy the one with all the bells and whistles.

And it's got the little rhythm.

It goes beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep.

It has all the different things.

But for me, being very new into the music world, I had it set very low.