Steven Barton wrote:
> <<and two guys were playing
> basketball in the small parking area. One of them was an employee of the
> trumpet maker shop. The other was Wynton Marsalis.>>
which reminds me of a great story:
Ever since my daughter Miranda learned to play the trumpet at the age of 8,
Wynton Marsalis was high on her list of heroes. We had the opportunity to see
Wynton perform in an intimate concert with his jazz ensemble at a middle
school in Toronto several years ago.
I was so excited I could hardly contain myself. The anticipation was too much
and when he walked into the gym, so casual and cool, I couldnt believe it. He
walked in with the biggest smile, like he owned the joint. He was wearing
jeans, a sweat shirt and running shoes... and yea, after the concert, he
played b-ball with the kids.
Afterward, I walked up to him, shook his hand, talked a while. He was warm and
down to earth. His partner and kids were there with him. I have some
photographs somewhere in a box of the occasion.
Mags
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