This morning I was tuning up for a 7AM big band rehearsal when I heard that John Pastin would be joining us. I hadn't seen him since we served together on staff at the School of Music 25 years ago. Excellent, I thought: this would finally give me the opportunity to tell a former leader of the United States Navy Band exactly what this fleet MU thought about that hoity-toity operation.
Then John walked into the rehearsal room, and all I wanted to talk about was long-lost friends, his son in the Great Lakes band and the time we were moonlighting on an evening cruise ship and I forgot my bass.
Funny how that works.
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