Daily Archives: December 13, 2014

Best laid plans

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1951 I fell madly in love with a song on the radio:  Trumepeter’s Lullaby.  So naturally around 1955 when Central Grade School began scouting around for kids who wanted to play instruments in the band I announced, “I shore do!”

But half the boys lining up to sign wanted to play the trumpet.  Probably the glamor of it looking so similar to a bugle, which we’d all seen in John Wayne movies, along with various war movies.  And Frank Sinatra’d been a trumpet player in something to draw our attention.

Okay.  My parents assured me I could learn to play Trumpeter’s Lullaby on a trombone as well as Anderson played it on a trumpet if I worked hard.  Besides, someone they knew had a trombone the kid outgrew and I could have it for the price of a little oil and Brasso.

So I worked myself something awful on that trombone for the rest of grammar school, right on up into Junior High Band.  Learned to read music as long as  it was following a bass clef lead.  And damn me, never could play anything as well as I could play taps or reveille.  Sounded really good on a trombone.

I did learn to play Mammy’s Little Baby Loves Shortnin Bread.

And I did a fair job on Under the Double Eagle.

But taps, reveille, Mammy’s Little Baby Loves Shortnin Bread, and Under the Double Eagle does not a band member make.  Never could bring myself to learn anything else and finally Mr. Jackson, the band director suggested I try choir.  Move on to greater horizons, sort of thing.

So hell, I did.  Never joined the choir, but I spent a good many years singing Mammy’s Little Baby Loves Shortnin Bread until it became rude to do it for other reasons than my voice.

Likely as not if I live long enough I’ll take up the trumpet, though.  I never cared for that damned trombone.

Old Jules

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