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I was 13 when I first saw a trombone. It gleamed in front of me with greatness. If you're waiting for me to say, "I was destined to play it," you're sadly mistaken. It looked like a sliding nightmare. Being an awkward teenager, the trombone is one of those subjects covered in Chapter 1 of The How to Not Get Laid Handbook. To my dismay, my music teacher MADE me play it. Seemed it was the only seat left in band. Bastard!
I stuck with it... partly because I hate myself. The other reason, I kind of liked it. Don't let the good looks fool, ya. This is one sexy instrument. But, just in case, I learned how to sing.
I left Temple and joined The Freakin' Cads, a ska-groovy good band. But the West Coast kept calling until I set up camp in Los Angeles. And in no time I gave birth to a little bastard I like to call, The Uptown Rulers.
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