At that time, the Internet was still underdeveloped and it was not easy to find jazz tunes. Chet’s tunes were chopped up one by one, and Summertime was used as a ringtone.
Later, I saw in the biography that he was finally disappointed, and his leaky front teeth were blowing the trumpet. I died that year and I was born.
Thinking of the first singing competition in college, I sang the song My funny valentine, I sang in the mist, and everyone listened to it.
For me, these are memories.
PS: Until now, Jazz hasn't counted as a beginner, and I would giggle when I heard Armstrong or Nat King Cole.
The Bach’s trumpet I bought is regularly put out and oiled, but until now, the trumpet hasn’t been sounded.
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