Rich_by_the_Bay
Moderator Emeritus
I played trumpet in high school with success; ended up in the all NY State concert orchestra, etc.
I had to choose going to the Eastman School of Music in Rochester, NY or a regular liberal arts college after receiving acceptances to both. It was not an easy decision but I went to college. At age 19 I bought a Henri Selmer trumpet while backpacking through France during the Vietnam War. It was confiscated by customs in D. C. -- I had to return for it with a metal file so I could obscure the manufacturer's name and logo. The customs agent felt sorry for me and let me go after just a few scrapes. I left those scrapes there just for kicks.
In college, I played professionally in a jazz combo at a music club for 3 years. I earned $7 per hour plus a steak dinner, plus a frosty, bottomless mug of Michelob which I duly consumed repeatedly. There were waitresses at the club who liked musicians. It was the perfect college gig. I bought a car with cash on my earnings (a Toyota Corrolla for $1100 which lasted me 11 years. I told the guy I knew how to drive a stick shift but I lied; for 20 minutes I could not leave the dealer cause I couldn't find reverse). I played backup for Harry Belafonte one year when his trumpeter got sick, and I had a union card.
Since having to earn a real living, my trumpet has mostly collected dust. I hope and plan to resurrect in in FIRE, maybe with a few fellow FIREs who remember acoustic music.
I love music. We have a timeshare in New Orleans which floats with Jazzfest week, to which we are going this year. I like music theory. I know what an augmented chord is .
What's your musical story?
I had to choose going to the Eastman School of Music in Rochester, NY or a regular liberal arts college after receiving acceptances to both. It was not an easy decision but I went to college. At age 19 I bought a Henri Selmer trumpet while backpacking through France during the Vietnam War. It was confiscated by customs in D. C. -- I had to return for it with a metal file so I could obscure the manufacturer's name and logo. The customs agent felt sorry for me and let me go after just a few scrapes. I left those scrapes there just for kicks.
In college, I played professionally in a jazz combo at a music club for 3 years. I earned $7 per hour plus a steak dinner, plus a frosty, bottomless mug of Michelob which I duly consumed repeatedly. There were waitresses at the club who liked musicians. It was the perfect college gig. I bought a car with cash on my earnings (a Toyota Corrolla for $1100 which lasted me 11 years. I told the guy I knew how to drive a stick shift but I lied; for 20 minutes I could not leave the dealer cause I couldn't find reverse). I played backup for Harry Belafonte one year when his trumpeter got sick, and I had a union card.
Since having to earn a real living, my trumpet has mostly collected dust. I hope and plan to resurrect in in FIRE, maybe with a few fellow FIREs who remember acoustic music.
I love music. We have a timeshare in New Orleans which floats with Jazzfest week, to which we are going this year. I like music theory. I know what an augmented chord is .
What's your musical story?