27/09/2012 § 2 Comments
Fortunately, the camera I had with me was a DSLR.
Lunchtime, the traffic lights near Parramatta station. Here’s the pic. Click on it for a larger view.
See the saxophone player on the left? He’s there at least one day a week. He has pre-recorded backing music of (mostly eighties) well-known songs. He plays the vocal melody. And he’s pretty good. Not so good that I would buy one of his $10 CDs but they are there if you want.
Now turn your attention to the trumpet player on the right. He sits there all dum-dee-dum-don’t-mind-me and when Mr Saxman’s music starts, he listens to the intro, figures out what song it is, raises the trumpet to his lips and blurts and gurgles like a flatulent sailor. If you listen hard you can catch the odd correct note but without his borrowed backing band you would probably think he was raising some alarm.
With all this puffing and blowing he gets tired quickly. So he often has a ciggie and lies down – optimistically leaving his trumpet case open.