Growin' up my mom and dad didn't really listen to music other than the radio, and then it was either Gospel or Country.
The summer of '73 my grandpa and grandma passed away within a couple of months of each other. My parents had us stay with a family friend for a week. The oldest son played drums in a jazz band and they practiced in the garage several nights a week. The trumpet players was the "cool" dude in the band. He drove a vette, always came to rehearsal with some hot gal (she wore the shortest shorts and skirts I'd ever seen), and honestly, he was the only band member that even acknowledged my presence. I had a new role model...
I started buggin' my parents from that time on to let me play trumpet. They finally gave in, bought me a flee-market special cornet and I started in band the next school year.
Now that I think about it...
I never did end up with a vette...
Or the hot chick...
Must've messed up the mojo by playin' cornet instead of trumpet...
