One bites into the brass mouthpiece of his wooden cudgel, and the other blows his cheeks out on a French horn. Do you call that Art?
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I love the French horn.
Each instrument has something to say to you. It's got its own character. Each horn has its own character and will say to you certain things. If you violate that, it's almost a sacrilege!
Esquire, in a July, 1957 issue, has a photograph of me playing the French horn at the Five Spot.
The trumpet is forceful.
The first time I heard Jack Teagarden on the trombone, I had goose pimples all over.
There isn't any art until some creature sees and consumes it. And has a reaction.
The only art I have is a Polaroid from Peter Beard from his book. I shot with him four years ago, and he did a special Polaroid for me, so I consider it a piece of art.
He seems determined to make a trumpet sound like a tin whistle.
I played the trumpet a bit like a porker, I think.
I do a mean mouth trumpet.