Then he closed them, and blew that horn. Lord God of the fishes, how he blew it ! How he loved it, and caressed it, and pushed it up, higher and higher and higher. High C, bottom of the barrel. He took off and he walked all over the rules and stamped them flat.
Charles Beaumont
excerpt from short story
circa 1950s
imageSusanne Schapowalow -
Lester Young
reblogged via Jazzyfarmer
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