So here’s what happened. This morning I’m all jubilant over last night’s blog entry and I throw caution to the wind and I decide to keep the party rolling. I get in the car and I’m driving to work and I put “Chicago IX - Chicago's Greatest Hits” in the CD player.
And what do I discover, completely unbeknownst to me?
That’s right. You guessed it.
With absolutely no musical training whatsoever, I can do every trumpet part from “25 or 6 to 4” all the way to “Saturday in the Park.” And when I say “do” I mean do perfectly, with an over-the-top, strident, blaring vocal falsetto that resonates with the door panels and rattles the moon roof!
I am so impressed with myself that I crank it to 11 and roll down all the windows. People at red lights are looking in their rear view mirrors for an ambulance. Dogs are barking at me. Several parked cars had their burglar alarms go off by accident.
What a buzz! I am a horn section GOD!1!!!!!!!!
Even if I’m really supposed to be playing flugelhorn, it makes no difference.
I am a middle-aged, completely ordinary guy overwhelmed by indifference and the promise of an early bed.
And I ROCK!!1!!!!!!1!!!!!!