I took singing lessons in high school. I loved them. I knew from the start that I wouldn't be any good, but I love singing, I loved the lessons. My teacher made me sing in Italian. I think even Italian phone books sound romantic. The Vaccai, a collection of vocal exercises have fairly prosaic lyrics in English. In Italian, they sounded wonderful. (I don't speak Italian. I just used to sing in it.)
Some years ago, I sent my sister a bodhran for her birthday. She then took bodhran lessons at the Chicago school of Folk Music. Oh well.