Tell you what I like about jazz trumpet...sometimes you can't tell if it's the muted trumpet or someone singing nonsense. Is it the instrument or the voice? Does it matter? The feeling's the same - mournful, staggering, playful, and a little bit drunk.
I know what you're thinking. What on earth am I doing up so early on a Saturday morning?! (It's 11:48 AM) I have actually been awake for over an hour. How is that for crazy? I have plans to get stuff done today. Therefore, I have to have a couple hours to contemplate what it is that needs doing, before I can contemplate starting. Furthermore, it is a blueskyed almost-60 degrees here in the recently frigid 'Ham, which means that an outdoor excursion is absolutely necessary.
Last night I went ice skating and was reminded why I hate ice skating. Luckily I was with several people, because misery loves company.
Best get to that contemplating. Have a lovely Saturday! Don't over exert yourself!
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I miss Saturdays like that. Sometimes I think about putting Dmitri in a box and sticking him out on the deck, so that I can sleep all morning long, instead of getting up at 7AM. Don't worry, I'm not quite that crazy, yet....
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