Enter trumpet!

I asked Paula if I could borrow her trumpet to try it out, and she gave it to me for Christmas. Wow. I love knowing a lot of musicians.

Had the pop over for Christmas. He played cornet just a bit in school. He's where I get whatever smidgen of musical ability I have. I brought out the trumpet and he tried hard to squeak out of few notes. I popped it up and squeaked out a few, and even started to pick out some Christmas tune. Where did that come from?

Then I brought out my beautiful trombone (this is all after a bottle of champagne, mind you) and played taps. He asked me to play something I usually play and I didn't have something laying around in the back of my mind! That's ridiculous! I work so hard at what I am practicing that I don't just have a song laying around in the back of my mind to play?

When I was a teenager in Tokeen and poking around on the recorder for hours at a time, I remember I had that penny whistle tune down (from some Hoyt Axton cassette tape as I recall), had Jesu Joy of Man's Desiring memorized.

Must remedy this. Why else am I playing.

And why was it so easy to pick out a little bit on the trumpet when it's not on the trombone? The newness?