I want somebody who can coax those notes out of a horn whose fingers press those valves down flat like it's nothing Sing to me with that horn your improv is pure poetry that tone gets me high that melody you use the horn to bring out in the world runs through the air like Vicks's 44 down a spoon You may think nobody listens i hear you warming up it's good and I- -I think your tone's the best to see you press those valves down sends shivers through my chest Why is it you that touches me we've got others here who get the higher scores something about the carelessness of your tone draws me in and snares my heart
Reason for writing:
I heard him one night during band practice... I hadn't
noticed him before that and I fell in love w/ his playing.
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