LOL! That's funny - your Dad must have a wry, witty sense of humor. I never felt that my parents supported band as anything other than an extracurricular school activity. In my SW Nebraska hometown the band program had been a real powerhouse for a time so most kids went out for band, but I don't think my parents saw it as something I would continue with througout my adult life. People in town who heard me play at band concerts or in the local churches would ask my Mom, "how many hours a day do you make Patrick practice?" My mom would reply simply that she didn't "make" me do anything - whether or not I played or practiced my trumpet was completely on me. My Dad was another matter altogether. If you looked in the dictionary for the definition of a "real man," you would have found his picture. He was a big guy - 6'2" - 220 lbs, but he was also the Chief of Police in my hometown, and his recreational activities centered around firearms - shooting, reloading, gunsmithing, hunting, etc - pretty masculine stuff. His other passion was riding his Gold Wing motorcycle. As I got into high school I'd say that at times there might have even been some well intentioned discouragement from him where my endeavors with music were concerned. To be fair, I really allowed my academics to slide because the way I saw it, I was going to be a trumpet player. What did math or literature have to do with playing music, right? As a guy who grew up on a farm and lived in and around a farming community for most of his life, Dad didn't see my choice of wanting to be a musician as being a responsible choice for the direction to take my future, and to be honest, looking back I can totally see his point. For my Mom, she simply wanted all of us to be happy, no matter what choices we made, and she felt that whatever we wound up doing, my sisters and I should be free to make our own choices. And then I managed to wrap up being a musician with being in the military at the same time. Once that happened, my Dad became my biggest fan. He was probably boring the heck out of his buddies at coffee. "Yep, Patrick played for the President at the White House again," or, "Patrick played and marched at Colin Powell's retirement ceremony yesterday." He was clearly very proud of the fact that I became an Army Bandsman. I had managed to turn something that was potentially embarrassing for him into something he could talk about with pride with the people he knew. I was at historic events that people were watching on the news on TV - that's big stuff in dinky rural town in the middle of nowhere. I'll never forget the first concert he was able to attend. He and Mom weren't supposed to get to Maryland until the following day, but they got there a day early on a day we had a Stage Band concert in York, PA, so they drove up there for that. That was one of the best concerts musically we ever had. The band was really playing well, everthing was tight and it really sounded professional. The last thing my Dad heard me play prior to that was a trumpet solo thing I did in church, (and prior to that it was a lackluster HS band concert) which he didn't really relate to, but he could relate to Big Band! Not only that, but it was GOOD. After the concert I don't think it was possible to wipe the grin from his face. Ultimately I think parents want their kids to be successful and happy, and for many parents, they don't see playing an instrument as being a ticket to a lucrative career. I think my Mom was fairly noncommittal about the whole thing and my Dad didn't really come around until I put music together with the military and presented it to him in a package with a neat little bow. Sorry for the ramble - not sure how or if any of this will pertain to your situation, but it's how it happened with me.