Did I ever tell you that the trombone is my favorite instrument?
It's true. My love of the trombone was instantaneous and forever. It happened in a dark, sparsely attended memorial concert for the founder of Berklee, Lawrence Berk, during my first semester at Berklee. Phil Wilson, the legendary trombonist and faculty member (whom I did not know at the time, but would come to know very, very well) got up and played a solo version of "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" that literally stopped my heart, stopped time. Frozen. The sound coming out of his trombone had color to it. It was gold. I swear. There was nothing and nobody else in the world except for him, his shining playing, and the moment-by-moment unfolding of this familiar yet suddenly, achingly tragic song.
I was done. Cooked. Ever since then, I am a sucker for a trombone every single time.