(...) Desperate for something to feed my jones, I snaffled my other sister's abandoned flute. And wow! I was a natural...immediately better with it than with the guitar I'd been hacking at for months. I was commuting to college at the time, and took it with me. I'd play as I walked between classes. Six weeks from a cold standing start I sat in with a professional jazz band for the first time...and they liked it. This was delightful but mystifying. All I'd had to do was learn to play a scale, and this amazing river of music poured forth with barely an effort on my part. It seemed almost as though my hands and lips had always known what to do, had been waiting for me to pick up the flute. (...) Until I realized, finally, belatedly, what had been happening to me. Until the Great God Pan reached out of my hindbrain and thundered "YOU!" And his gift is music and his chosen instruments the pipes and flutes. And his, too the power of joy; magic so strong that when it flowed out of me, even before I knew what I was doing, it amazed people into awe and incoherence and poetry. [1]

And worse: http://www.catb.org/esr/writings/sextips/bedplay.html

[1] Strong vibes of: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8CYF9Ge2JL0