Fear the Mad Trumpeter of Burton Street
Posted by Jim at September 1st, 2004
Kristen and I took the kids out to eat last night. As we were driving, I heard a trumpet.
I used to play trumpet. I still would except that I don’t really have time. If I had time, I’d probably use it to work on my novel or take up electric bass again. Only after I had time for those things would my interest wander back to the trumpet.
Nonetheless, I know the sound of practice, particularly competent but inexpert practice. That’s more or less my level of skill.
So anyway, we were passing some houses and I was assuming that the person had to be playing with a window open. Except… It just seemed too loud for that. Not outrageously loud, but it just wasn’t fading. Noise does that when you’re moving away from the source.
This would have remained an odd but inconsequential mystery except for one thing. As we were driving, Kristen turned to me and said, “Jim, he’s playing the trumpet.”
She was right. The guy driving the car that was passing me in the right lane was also playing the trumpet.
I’m not kidding.