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Wynton Marsalis performing the Carnival Of Venice with the Boston Pops Orchestra. John Williams is conducting.

This was performed as an encore. Prior to this, he played the Haydn Trumpet Concerto in Eb. After the Carnival of Venice he then played two jazz pieces with Sarah Vaughn.

Quotes, Rules, Laws, Questions, Stories & Comments

Also Tips from the Other-side, & such:


I was at the corner grocery store buying some early potatoes… I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily apprising a basket of freshly picked green peas.


I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes.


Pondering the peas, I couldn’t help overhearing the conversation between Mr. Miller (the store owner) and the ragged boy next to me.


‘Hello Barry, how are you today?’


‘H’lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus’ admirin’ them peas. They sure look good’


‘They are good, Barry. How’s your Ma?’
‘Fine. Gittin’ stronger alla’ time.’ 

‘Good. Anything I can help you with?’
‘No, Sir. Jus’ admirin’ them peas.’
‘Would you like to take some home?’ asked Mr. Miller.


‘No, Sir. Got nuthin’ to pay for ’em with.’


‘Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?’


‘All I got’s my prize marble here.’


‘Is that right? Let me see it’, said Miller.


‘Here ’tis. She’s a dandy.’


‘I can see that. Hmm mmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?’ the store owner asked.


‘Not zackley but almost.’


‘Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this way let me look at that red marble’. Mr. Miller told the boy.


‘Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller.’


Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me.


With a smile she said, ‘There are two other boys like him in our community, all three are in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever.


When they come back with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn’t like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one, when they come on their next trip to the store.’


I left the store smiling to myself, impressed with this man. A short time later I moved to Colorado , but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys, and their bartering for marbles.


Several years went by, each more rapid than the previous one Just recently I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community and while I was there learned that Mr. Miller had died. They were having his visitation that evening and knowing my friends wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them. Upon arrival at the mortuary we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we could.


Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts…all very professional looking. They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and smiling by her husband’s casket.


Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her and moved on to the casket. Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one; each young man stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket. Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes.


Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and reminded her of the story from those many years ago and what she had told me about her husband’s bartering for marbles. With her eyes glistening, she took my hand and led me to the casket.


‘Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about.


They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim ‘traded’ them. Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size….they came to pay their debt.’


‘We’ve never had a great deal of the wealth of this world,’ she confided, ‘but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho …’


With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband. Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles.


The Moral:
We will not be remembered by our words, but by our kind deeds. Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath.

“Thoughts” as related by Grandpa Bob


Published on Nov 14, 2013

The U.S. Army Field Band Trombone Ensemble performs Hector Berlioz’s “Roman Carnival Overture”, arranged for the ensemble by Sergeant First Class Wes Ballenger.

From left to right:
Sergeant First Class Carmen Russo
Sergeant First Class Todd Sturniolo
Master Sergeant Aaron Kadrmas
Sergeant Major Mark Bowling
Sergeant First Class Wes Ballenger
For more information visit our website or contact:
Educational Activities Coordinator
The United States Army Field Band
4214 Field Band Drive
STE 5330
Fort Meade, Maryland 20755-7055

Pending Trombone Legislation


WASHINGTON, D.C. – Each year thousands of people are killed, maimed or annoyed by trombones. The statistics of head, neck and even shoulder injuries sustained by reed players, french horn and string sections seated within reach of the deadly seventh position are truly shocking … not to mention forced early retirement due to ever-increasing hearing problems reported by classical musicians of all types who are forced to play the music of Wagner, Mahler and Brahms, as well as the hundreds of alumni of the Herman, Ferguson and Kenton bands and OKOM devotees of Kid Ory, Jack Teagarden, Abe Lincoln Jim Robinson and Lee Gifford.

There is current legislation pending in Congress to restrict the sale of trombones and equip them with child-safety devices. The influential trombone lobby is, of course, opposed to this. There have even been several proposals for requiring a so-called “trigger lock” on all bass trombones. Every year there are reports of hundreds of innocent children, attracted by the shiny brass and smooth, seductive curves of an unattended instrument on a stand in the corner of a room or in an unlocked case who are traumatized for life by the attempts of a playmate to get a sound out of it, or who may suffer a collapsed lung or the effects of hyperventilation by trying the same effort themselves! The owner’s feeble “I didn’t know the slide was unlocked” is no excuse! Trombones should be stored out of the reach of children.

Efforts to enact a mandatory 10-day waiting period to purchase a trombone – which would simply allow a reasonable period of time for law enforcement officials to cross check the purchaser’s name against an International list of registered trombone offenders and Slide-O-Mix addicts – have been repeatedly thwarted by the powerful Conn-Selmer-Yamaha (CSY) lobby. Law enforcement officials are particularly alarmed over the increase in crimes involving use of the “sawed-off” trombone  or”sackbut.” Legislation is also pending in several progressive states, including New York and California, to make carrying a concealed alto trombone a Class A felony!

Some Governors feel that there are sufficient laws already on the books that simply need stricter enforcement – such as the 1932 nation-wide ban of screw-on bells, the indiscriminate use of Pond’s Cold Cream or KY Jelly and unsupervised emptying of spit valves on public property; a filthy unsanitary habit which will help spread the flu this year. One popular response to the spread of delinquent behavior is the imposition of mandatory longer sentences for those using a trombone while committing a crime

(“Use a trombone – Go to jail”). Surveillance video tapes have proven especially effective in identifying violators of this statute because career criminals have often tried to avoid convictions by having their lawyers insist that what eye-witnesses reported as a trombone was really only an AK-47 or other legal assault weapon. Strict enforcement has been especially effective when used in conjunction with the new “Three sharps, you’re out” statutes that have already been approved by many state legislatures.

Of course the automatic and semi-automatic valved models – both piston and the middle European rotary – are much more dangerous than the traditional single valve trombone. Interpol has also reported the sudden appearance of rear blasting Cavalry models that were thought to have been completely eliminated during the Great Confiscation mandated by the 1918 Treaty of Versailles signed by representatives of every civilized country of the period. You may recall that those instruments were melted down and became an integral part of the Trans-Atlantic Telephone Cable that helped to unite America and Europe. It is believed that the new source of these WMD’s are isolated factories in rural areas of China. The awesome destructive power of the double trigger bass trombone could never have been imagined by the founding fathers when they granted us the right to keep and bear arms.

Remember: When trombones are outlawed, only outlaws will play “I’m Gettin’Sentimental Over You.”

Submitted by Bob P.