How and why did you become a trumpet player?

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  1. Bochawa!!!

    Bochawa!!! Forte User

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    In that case I'd be playing the bagpipes!

    I can remember, oh probably 1961 or so (I'd be about 2) listening to this (between bagpipe recordings) and being mesmerized . . .

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NnU_nMYb0C4
     
  2. Bochawa!!!

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    In 1966 this one got me hooked. This is when I knew it was the trumpet for me . . .

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IYZhD-HQMck

    I used to just stare at the cover, probably my first taste of horn porn! The cascading trumpet arrangements primed me for Bill Chase, but that was later.

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    In '67 we moved to Elliot Lake, a small mining town in northern Ontario. I wanted to play trumpet, but there was no one there to teach it. By 1972 we were living a little closer to civilization in North Bay, ON. By then I was in 8th grade and that fall I started taking trumpet lessons from a clarinet teacher at a small store called Music City. That Christmas I got my first horn; a 1970 15B Director.

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  3. Bochawa!!!

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    In 1973 we drove to Sudbury to see James Last in concert. What an amazing trumpet section. When anyone asked me what I wanted to be I told them, "I'm going to play for James Last!" That dream died one night in 1976 when I t-boned a pickup truck that blew a stop sign with my moped. When I hit the road I lost my front teeth. I put the horn away for 5 years. I did eventually get it out again. To this day I look at Chuck Findley with a great deal of envy. I even imagine myself in this video . . .

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jLEY46GNvPs&list=PLcHCzlcm7geUzmWkTBapjDUiZhGSz43U0

    That's my story.
     
  4. Dave Mickley

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    When I was in the 5th grade we started band, I wanted to play the trombone but since I was so short I couldn't reach all the positions. I decided on the trumpet so here I am.
     
  5. tobylou8

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    And Bochawa, it's a great story (except for the tooth thing)!
     
  6. allan birmantas

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    Hey Larry, we have relatives (through Marriage) who live in Dubuque .
     
  7. gmonady

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    When I was 7, I played the Hammond B3 monthly at a night club (The Golden Rooster) in Mt. Washington, a suburb of Cincinnati. There was always a trumpet player that played on those nights when I played, sometimes he would play along with me. His name was Dick Czarnikie. He had an impressive sound, that I was hooked. I told my parents I loved listening to Dick play to the point that he was becoming the reason I wanted to go to the club. That Christmas, my Dad bought me my Olds Ambassador. It was soon after that, I began devoting more time to my trumpet than I did to the organ.
     
  8. Bochawa!!!

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    Funny thing was the 15B was on the back (I was going home from a rehearsal). Wrecked the bike and smashed me up pretty good too, but the 15B came through unscathed, except there was paint from the truck all over the case. I've had to learn to play again twice now thanks to prosthetic teeth that eventually wear out. Looks like I'll be doing that again in about a year. It's a weird thing to go through. It's like playing with someone else's mouth; someone who can play the trumpet, but not as good as me! Fortunately, I'm not trying to make a living at it.
     
  9. J. Jericho

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    When I was in 7th grade in junior high school, the band gave a concert to recruit members the first week of school. Hearing the sound of the trumpet section got me hooked. My parents didn't want to spend any money on an instrument, and the director had all the trumpet players he needed, so he convinced my parents to rent a baby baritone from the school instead. The horn looked like a baritone, which means it had pistons instead of rotary valves, but was in the key of "F", and used a french horn mouthpiece.

    After a year of playing better than most kids in the horn section, the director told me I would do well on french horn and loaned me one over the summer. The more I played it, the more I hated it; I couldn't stand the sound. I'd had enough, and finally convinced my parents to help me buy a trumpet (I used earnings from mowing lawns to pay for part of it). I don't remember the brand, but it was chrome(!) plated, the only slide that moved was the tuning slide, and, most important to my parents, it was cheap.

    The band director just about exploded when I returned the french horn and showed up with the trumpet, announcing that I would be playing trumpet from then on (note the characteristic trumpet player's personality illustrated here). Being a trumpet player himself, he probably understood, but he really let me have it; he was, shall we say, less than ecstatic. Livid is more like it. He said as punishment that I would have to start at the bottom, at the end of the trumpet section. Some punishment - I was thrilled to be playing trumpet at last! And since we had a challenge system whereby if you felt you could play better than the guy ahead of you, you could challenge him to a contest, which would be judged by the entire band, I didn't stay at the bottom for long.
     
  10. allan birmantas

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    Olds Ambassador was the "value" cornet or trumpet. When I left the Orphanage in 51 I went to Lyon and Healy downtown Chicago to buy an Olds, but they were out of them, so I made the worst decision ever. I bought a Pan American, which was the same price. Around 120 bucks if my memory serves me right. What a bad instrument. I should have bought the Ambassador cornet which they had in stock. Still bugs me. Arrgghhhhhhh :(
     

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