I think I was eight years old when I decided I wanted to be a musician. My instrument of choice was the flute. My family lovingly endured my screechy practice sessions. I think we would all agree I was not destined to musical greatness. The musical talent was given to my brother. To me it seemed so easy for him. He had the ability to play new songs effortlessly. Oh, he was great! He still plays the trumpet on and off for studio work.
My painting of Joey is a tribute to all trumpet players young and old who bless us with their talent. Long live our trumpet players and our marching bands!
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