I played in the high school band. They wanted me to play the tuba because I was big enough to carry it around. I wanted to be part of something that didn't have R.O.T.C. (Reserve Officers Training Corp) attached to it. It was a required course in high school during the Cold War days. You could, however, learn to march in the band. I guess that was the prevailing industrial/military adult logic in 1955. We could march to the train station and play while they loaded up everybody to go get shot at.