Paul is a trumpet player performing at a club where the conditions are not ideal, but his playing sounds sublime. At the end of his set, rather than stop, he launches into an unplanned rendition of "Skylark," which the rest of the band effortlessly joins in on. Their impromptu performance of the ballad lifts the atmosphere of the club and creates a sense of magic, bringing a smile to Paul's face.
(Masamichi Amano) :"GR" Selections for Concert Band creo que ya Clarinet Concerto - Martin Ellerby creo que ya Zeus rob romeyn creo que ya SAXADHU (Teo Aparicio) 台灣狂想曲 Rhapsody Formosa for Band
Paul is a trumpet player performing at a club where the conditions are not ideal, but his playing sounds sublime. At the end of his set, rather than stop, he launches into an unplanned rendition of "Skylark," which the rest of the band effortlessly joins in on. Their impromptu performance of the ballad lifts the atmosphere of the club and creates a sense of magic, bringing a smile to Paul's face.
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short story by Francesco Ragni - All rights reserved
Paul is a trumpet player performing at a club where the conditions are not ideal, but his playing sounds sublime. At the end of his set, rather than stop, he launches into an unplanned rendition of "Skylark," which the rest of the band effortlessly joins in on. Their impromptu performance of the ballad lifts the atmosphere of the club and creates a sense of magic, bringing a smile to Paul's face.
Paul is a trumpet player performing at a club where the conditions are not ideal, but his playing sounds sublime. At the end of his set, rather than stop, he launches into an unplanned rendition of "Skylark," which the rest of the band effortlessly joins in on. Their impromptu performance of the ballad lifts the atmosphere of the club and creates a sense of magic, bringing a smile to Paul's face.
Short story by Francesco Ragni – all rights reserved -2019
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It was damn hot in the club. The light was wrong. The audience wasn’t really engaging, some of them absorbed by their mobile phone. But the sound, oh the sound, was sublime. Paul’s trumpet had never sounded so beautiful, strong, smooth and crisp at the same time. The set was over, thanks God for it he thought, but he wasn’t ready to let that sound go to sleep.
He ended with a high note the bop tune that was supposed to close the set. But before the clapping had even started, he went for “Skylark”, his favourite ballad. No intro, straight into the song with a couple of long notes. Within two or three seconds the rest of the band joined in without even have to think about it. That’s what jazz musicians do. Ross played on the piano a couple of open chords that lifted the tune like a soft breeze in a full moon summer night. Mike hit deep on his bass, making it crystal clear that we were in E flat territory. Fletcher used his brushes to lovingly touch the cymbals. The lights, all of sudden, seemed just right. The bar stopped serving drinks. There was magic in the air. The man with the horn, finally, smiled.
(Masamichi Amano) :"GR" Selections for Concert Band creo que ya Clarinet Concerto - Martin Ellerby creo que ya Zeus rob romeyn creo que ya SAXADHU (Teo Aparicio) 台灣狂想曲 Rhapsody Formosa for Band