| Trumpet on Times Square Not
really in the middle, but at the end of all the bright neon lights one may find
a soulful, passionate and wonderful person playing his trumpet all alone thru
night hoping for some contributions that may ease his burdon. Talking to
him reveals some of the heart one may hope to find in America on a better day,
when not just power and money rule left, center and right. Eyes
can say more than words at times and being a man of Jazz has still a much deeper
meaning than what most pop is all about. May this unknown messenger play
forever and find some wealthy sponsor to secure his wintertime days. His
playing is as great as his wit and humor, but even the very best musicians do
not make a big buck as everything also seems to depend on where you stand on the
open fortune scale. |