We had a trumpet player in our house. One day I heard him practicing and every now and then he’d stop and then resume play. As I walked by, I saw him nodding his head in an imagined rhythm and muttering, “Trombones come in here …”
David Waisglass and Gordon Coulthart
We had a trumpet player in our house. One day I heard him practicing and every now and then he’d stop and then resume play. As I walked by, I saw him nodding his head in an imagined rhythm and muttering, “Trombones come in here …”