Leave it to a trombone player.

… and there are more. I’ll spare you, though. I’m nice that way.


  1. …Do you think if I played a few notes, then danced around wildly, then played a few more notes they’d pay me the big bucks to go on TV?

    We live in hope.

    And yes! I was in California, in Stockton–I actually *flew into* San José, and didn’t remember that’s where you are until too late.
    Next time!

  2. Well, I say you give it a go, and then let me post your video here. K?

    Exciting Stockton, eh? Well, okay then. Forget about me. I’ll not be hurt. Nope. Not I.