I live in an old folks home. I drive a Chevy and a Scooter. I read blogs and write in my journal. So what else do I do? I play my harmonica.
That four-sided beauty that I'm pictured with, is actually four twelve-hole tremolo Hohners fastened back to back. That is 198 tuned reeds waiting for me to bring to life. It belonged to my cousin, Paul, who was my inspiration to learn to play in my seventies. A course at the Senior Center in Blue Springs Missouri with a single four dollar diatonic eight hole beginners harp was the start of an enjoyable pastime.
Now I own dozens. I am not good at it, but you don't have to be good. to have fun and make acceptable music. The harmonica does the work. Simply blow into it and you get do-me-sol-do, the major chord in the key that the harmonica is made for. Inhale, and draw on the left end of the harmonica and you get the second major chord. Draw on the right end and you get the third major chord. That and even a tin ear will let you accompany someone playing a tune.
At our old folks home we have a volunteer, George, a pianist, who comes regularly to play from his life long collection of sheet music. George tells me what key he will be playing in, I select the correct harmonica, and off we go, and it is not bad. I make lots of mistakes, but George plays loudly, so they are not too obvious.
I recently took a one evening course in "blues harmonica" and I play along with a blues CD too.
My fellow residents are not too critical, so my harps are a wonderful hobby.