[I posted this on Facebook about a year ago, and someone I respect told me it was one of my better vignettes… so here you go]
45 YEARS AGO: The assistant band director had me over to his place, hoping to inspire me to be a better cornet player. He played a Maurice André record. It was so beautiful! “Is that a violin?” I asked. “No, that’s Maurice André on the trumpet.”
35 YEARS AGO: I got to hear Pete Fountain in person. My main memory: how he eliminated all the harsh tones of his jazz clarinet, partly by placing the microphone by the finger holes instead of at the bell. Say “Pete Fountain,” and that’s the image my brain pulls up, along with the sensation of velvet.
JUST NOW… listening to Jacques Loussier playing Bach on the piano, I thought, “That could be bells!”
SOMEDAY… I’ll see the author of beauty face to face. When He speaks, I’ll probably think He’s singing.
YEAH: Get used to beauty.
For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.1 Corinthians 13:12 NIV