The Music Instrument Museum in Phoenix is really something else.
From the biggest of instruments,
To the tiniest.
We wore headsets which picked up signals when you stood in front of a display, playing representative music.
You couldn't help but dance.
The instruments were organized geographically representing all continents and countries.
It made me want a steel pan.
And brought out the inner rock star.
I could have used a spy camera in my sunglasses so that people didn't get bashful when I pulled out the camera.
The first exhibits were torturous for all of us that we couldn't touch anything - what a relief to get to the final exhibit.
Where we could let out our pent-up inner musician.