Tonight my eldest son played jazz in a hotel. We sat at tables eating dinner while he and his band (and other bands) played on stage.
He played three trumpet solos and we were enormously proud. For a kid who nearly died earlier this year, he is absolutely thriving.
Unfortunately, we missed the last few sets because our first-grader was sleepy and we had to go home.
But I still have jazz playing in my head.
But I still have jazz playing in my head.
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