Harmonica For Dummies (for Dummies (sports & Ho... Instant

Arthur Penhaligon didn't want to be a hero; he just wanted to stop wheezing. At twenty-four, his only notable skill was an encyclopedic knowledge of rare mosses. But when his doctor suggested "breath control exercises" to help his asthma, Arthur found himself staring at a yellow-and-black book in the bargain bin: Harmonica For Dummies .

One evening, Arthur was invited to sit in with a jazz band at a local dive bar. He walked onto the stage with his well-worn For Dummies book tucked into his back pocket like a talisman. When the spotlight hit him, he didn't feel the old tightness in his chest. He took a deep breath—a full, deep, harmonica-player’s breath—and blew a hole right through the silence. He wasn't a dummy anymore. He was a musician. Harmonica For Dummies (For Dummies (Sports & Ho...

He started in his cramped apartment. The first week was a disaster of shrill, metallic honks that sounded like a goose being stepped on. His neighbor, a retired boxer named Sal, pounded on the wall. "Kid! Either kill the bird or learn a chord!" Arthur Penhaligon didn't want to be a hero;

The cover promised he’d be playing the blues by Tuesday. Arthur just hoped to finish a sentence without gasping. One evening, Arthur was invited to sit in

Word got out. The "Moss Guy" was now the "Harp Guy." Sal the boxer eventually stopped pounding on the wall and started leaving Tupperware containers of lasagna by Arthur’s door as "payment" for the nightly concerts.