Saturday, April 27, 2013

Lynn's Comments: We didn't have a garage, so my brother's bands practiced in our basement. For as long as I can remember, the sound of their practicing was ambient noise, and when he wasn't rehearsing with his buddies, Al practiced his horn for hours. The scales, the trills and the tricks of the tongue had to be repeated endlessly, and there were times I just had to escape from it. No amount of teasing or pleading kept him from practicing--which is why he was, in later years, such an excellent musician!

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