|
Jazz stories
My ma likes to recount her first exposure to my old man's skills as a tenor saxophonist. Trying to impress her on a date, my old man asked her, "So, what do you want me to play? What would you like to hear?"
My ma made a request. My old man said, "Uh, pick something else."
My ma asked for another. My old man said, "Not that one. How about something else?"
My ma asked for yet another. My old man said, "Here, how about this one...." He then proceeded to play a blues he had learned, apparently the only tune he could play.
They did marry and produce me eventually, so who can argue with the results?
|
Linear Mode
