The following poem I wrote reflects about these “inner felt” moments of appreciation.
The only thing that ultimately matters is to eat an ice-cream cone, play a slide trombone, plant a small tree, good God, now you’re free” (Ray Manzarek, The Doors)
Trombone In Band Time I Love Bassy Sound Brass,
Sends Vibes To Cool Minds Who Can Musically Follow
Whether Dance To T’Bone Shorty Or Step To March Beat
In Slide Sensations Of Present You Ascend From Life’s Rut
In Perfections Of Tongue You Often Strong Seek
But I’d Settle For A Mere Taste Of Your Jazzy Slick Beat
Your Bone Blasts Often Hide Behind Melody’s Call
Yet There Seems So Much to Feel From Pure Harmony’s Blend
Hey Man, Poke Me With your Slide Trombone
Help Me Feel Moments Of Now In Your Magical Tone
Snippets of a Traveling Mind 
Great reflection of your life with your musical love.
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This was awesome!!! You are totally GROOVY!!! Cool man cool!
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Yes this was really me playing in the picture
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great to have this snippet of you! and the trombone, I was blown away by that photo, thank you for sharing a little of your self. i like most the part you say that now listening to the music helps engage your positive spirit, that was inspiring.
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The hair falls a little shorter these days but the spirit to create with music remains. You seem to be similarly interested in the musical connections I experience.
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