To start off with, I think the best thing for anyone who is interested to do right now, is to go to my web-site (
www.trumpetgeorge.com) and read my biography. That will save me some of the humdrum stuff.
Mark asks: How did you develop into such a player?
Answer: Hummmmmmm.......I just thought it grew that way. Everyone comes from a different set of circumstances and experiences. Obviously, I was lucky. I do feel, at least in the "success" part, that it is a matter of being in the right place at the right time, and being able to deliver the goods. As my bio states, I grew up in a show biz/musical family. All my memories from early childhood were involved with knowing all my parents' friends, who were almost all successful studio musicians. Before I was 10, I was going to radio shows that my dad was involved with, and hanging out with them. You probably can refer to me as one of the original "studio brats." The trumpet player at the time was George Werth, who was one of the unknown "Hollywood Heavies." He played 1st trumpet at Disney Studios for MANY years. He also was my first teacher, when I was 12 years old. Actually, my dad had offered me Rafael Mendez as my first teacher, but I was too scared. I have to say, though, that George could play all the Mendez literature also. He just didn't perform any. He played some of it for me. Needless to say, George is now in his 80's, and still enjoys playing. Chops aren't so great, but his fingers are still fantastic. You can probably see from this that I have a profound appreciation and love for him.
Later on, one of the teachers I studied with was Irving Bush. This was before he started his very long tenure with the L.A. Philharmonic. Even when he wasn't playing any more, he continued as the personnel manager for the orchestra. I remember an occasion that I was hired to play at the Hollywood Bowl with the Phil (the show I don't remember). Tommy Stevens was on vacation, as was one of the other players. Since there were 4 parts, Irving had to fill in on 4th. You just can't imaging the kick I got out of playing 1st and Irving playing 4th! That was the beginning of many years being hired as the "ringer"/lead player for the pop shows. Many of the classical guys are just "too good" for that kind of music.
Let's backtrack. My bio touches on my school days. Even before I took up trumpet, I used to listen to the radio shows, and my attention was always on the trumpet players. I hadn't even started playing, and for some reason I would experience a feeling of fear that I wouldn't end up being a trumpet player. Weird, huh? I always felt that I had something special. I remember when I was present at a clinic given by Maurice Andre. After telling us all how many hours he practiced each day, he was asked "Do you mean that if I practice that much that I will be as good as you?" His reply was, "Probably not. I know that I have a special gift." I can't explain what that special feeling I have always experienced is. All I know, is that I always felt it. Perhaps that's the key. For the sake of argument, let's call it "Passion." I think that it is the most motivating force one can have. I don't think passion can be manufactured. I guess we just have to find out what we have a passion for, and then follow that path. Which raises the question, "Do I really have any business trying to be a trumpet player?"
As early as my Junior High School years, I was already experiencing the glimmering of improvisation. The father of one of my clarinet player friends formed a little Dixieland youth band, and we would rehearse every couple of weeks, learning standard "literature".....such as Ja Da, That's A Plenty, Hold That Tiger, Saints Go Marching In, and so forth. We thought we were a lot better than we actually were. When we went to High School, we formed a little dance band, playing ballads, and 3 chord rock 'n roll. At that point it was called "Rhythm 'n Blues." Our heroes at that time were "Big Jay McNeeley," "Little Richard," "The Treniers," etc....Not to mention a myriad of pop singers (I won't even begin to name THEM). Three years of that along with all the various youth and school orchestras prepared me enough to qualify for membership in an Air Force Band. I took an audition at March Air Force Base and received a letter from the band commander that guaranteed that I would be in a band after basic training. I remember when we took our "aptitude" tests, that I scored highest in electronics. I spent 2 full hours arguing with the career guidance specialist that I did not want to be an airborne radio operator. He kept trying to get my copy of the letter out of my hands, but I wouldn't turn loose of it. Looking back now, I wonder what kind of career I would have had in radio and TV. Just think. I might have ended up being one of those jerk off studio heads.
That's enough for now.
George Graham