Oh my, how I feel for you man, when I was younger I played an old, crappy looking Holton Super Collegiate from '59, and I was convinced that I couldn't play well because of the horn, I was sad, people made fun of me and called it the "frankentrumpet" as in, it was made from three colors so it looked like frankenstein. I gave in to the pressure, and my parents got me a silver Yamaha 2335. I felt empowered, practiced more, got better and was surprised by how this horn changed my life. last year, I realized that my holton had been locked away, cuz heck, we all want a new horn eventually, so I got it out and played a few notes, and I fell in love with that horn all over again. I tore it down, used acetone and took the lacquer off it and now I have the most gorgeous raw brass horn, my friends still call it frankentrumpet, but, they say it quietly, because Im first chair, and even though she doesnt shine like my friends Elkhart bach, I make it sing. the lesson, actions speak louder than words, which is an analogy for, it doesnt matter what the horn looks like, just what comes out of it.