Of armature and tone

Posted on February 22, 2007 | Comments Off on Of armature and tone

My dad was a trumpet player whose talent I never could reach on the horn. But it left me a sucker for a good trumpet solo and here are two of them, two interpretations of the same piece, thanks to Mystic Chords.

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0 responses to “Of armature and tone”

  1. Joe Bol's avatar Joe Bol | February 22, 2007 at 10:19 am |

    What a coincidence. My father also played the trumpet and he had an orchestra for many years.( 1945- 1970). My Uncle played in the band on the accordion and my cousin and I played with them when we were old enough. We were clarinet and saxophone players. Eva played the trombone in her High School marching band.

  2. Unknown's avatar Dick Stanley | February 22, 2007 at 11:29 am |

    Dad was lead trumpet in a private college danceband called the Southernaires, at Mississippi State in 41-42. He would break into a solo at home now and then (often “One O’Clock Jump”) up until I went to college. I considered the saxaphone but picked trumpet and played, not well, in marching bands in high school.

  3. tom ringwald's avatar tom ringwald | February 22, 2007 at 10:50 pm |

    Well really I wanted to be a drummer. Mom said “learn to play the piano first.” I tried for the guitar, same story. Don’t know how but we compromised on the trumpet. I have to admit being tone deaf with no musical abilities didn’t help. But I was very sincere and tried hard with no musical ability. My music career ended when I missed a note and this nun slapped the book out of my hand and accused me of not practicing. In a reflexive reaction, I called her a bitch. Thus the end of my non existant musical. career.

  4. tom ringwald's avatar tom ringwald | February 22, 2007 at 10:50 pm |

    Well really I wanted to be a drummer. Mom said “learn to play the piano first.” I tried for the guitar, same story. Don’t know how but we compromised on the trumpet. I have to admit being tone deaf with no musical abilities didn’t help. But I was very sincere and tried hard with no musical ability. My music career ended when I missed a note and this nun slapped the book out of my hand and accused me of not practicing. In a reflexive reaction, I called her a bitch. Thus the end of my non existant musical. career.

  5. Unknown's avatar Dick Stanley | February 22, 2007 at 11:33 pm |

    Yikes. Another trumpet player. Though I’m not surprised. I met a lot of former trumpet players in the infantry.