I went to a college football game this past weekend, and they had the 'alumni' marching band on the field. Translation, people who still have their instruments in the closet and actually know how to do something with them.
My Grandmother often asks me, "Do you still play your clarinet?" To which I respond with a hearty, "Yes, of course!" hahahaha
I believe I posted on a board that if I attempted to play that instrument, it would sound remarkably like a cat being stepped on by an elephant.
I never took it seriously (hope my parents don't read this). If anyone knows about a clarinet, there's a very thin line between hitting the real high notes...and squeaking. Me and my trusty sidekick, Timmy used to just squeak on purpose and not even attempt the notes. The director would look out into the band because he sensed something afoul, but he never quite caught us.
So worry not, my friends, I will not be participating in any alumni marching bands any time soon.