Country Roads... Take me home

So I met someone in church the other day who is a jazz trumpet player. Says he played in the Army band for a while, and though he is advanced in age, he still likes to play. This conversation started after I played in church for Palm Sunday. He invited me to play along with him and his group of musicians, consisting of one dentist, one doctor, and himself. So I thought to myself, why not? I haven't played jazz in a long while, so I should enjoy this. Well, I didn't even get a shot to unpack my horn!

I arrived early and sat there waiting for Lou, the guy from church to arrive. While waiting, a guy comes out from a room where it is obvious that someone is warming up to play, and he heads to my truck to see what on earth I'm doing there. "What are you doing here? Who invited you? Someone told you to come here and do what? Who did you say sent you?" After this interrogation, I was not inclined to stay. As I was leaving, Lou pulled in, but I missed him. Turns out he had no idea this had happened, and was pretty upset that it did. Word has it that he stopped going to that group. I hope I can find a way to play with him so he keeps playing.

The moral of the story is, some people play because they love to play, and they would share it with the world! Others for unknown reasons, and are mean about it too. I've experienced it from music majors at Elon, and now from a cranky dentist/doctor (don't know which one). Oh well.