Kind Of Blue Period
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I’ll try to keep this as brief as possible.
I found this Bohland Fuchs “Glorioso” cornet on eBay. It was made in Bohemia sometime in the 1930′s. The blurry photo showed unusual architecture and not too many dents, so I bid on it and won. While tracking it’s journey from Florida, I noticed it came to Jersey City, then went to New York, and finally back to Jersey City. It was delivered on a Sunday. I had hoped I could get it cleaned up before my girl saw it, but she received the battered package from the postal employee and brought it down to my basement studio. The box was falling apart and the cornet black with tarnish and not at all functional. She looked at me with disappointment.
I started playing trumpet in 4th grade, and stuck with it through High School, after which, I gave it up. I took my horn and a bunch of stuff whose absence I hoped would go unnoticed to the local pawn shop, and came home with an electric guitar and amplifier. Guitar was my first choice, but my parents disliked The Beatles and wouldn’t buy me one, so I settled for the trumpet.
I can’t resist junk shops, flea markets, or tag sales, and always have an eye out for musical instruments. That’s how I ended up with another trumpet, trombone, and something called an altophone.
For awhile I played with an experimental music ensemble. Our set was largely improvised and our charts were either pictures, words, or diagrams. I usually brought a whole bag of tricks, so no matter where things went, I’d have something to contribute.
One night I brought the trombone, but my intention was that I wouldn’t play it, but act like I was about to. What happened instead, was that a technical glitch rendered half our equipment useless, so I played the trombone.
It went over so well, I’ve been playing horns ever since. I’ve developed an appreciation for music made by them and in particular that of Miles Davis. I started with his ’70′s electric, rock oriented stuff, but eventually looked back as far as 1959′s “Kind Of Blue”. I didn’t know my Jazz from a hole in the ground, but now I “get it”.
I began trolling eBay for cheap, oddball instruments. The black tarnished thing cleaned up real nice, and plays beautifully.