excerpt from 'Jazz Anecdotes' pp. 23 (181 words)
excerpt from 'Jazz Anecdotes' pp. 23 (181 words)
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I stood around there hearing them [Freddie Keppard’s Band] play. I was standing back by myself in the entry to the kitchen, and I couldn't help myself. I knew I was too young for them, but I sure wanted to play along with them all the same. So I sneaked away and got the clarinet and went into the front room where nobody was at. It was dark in there. I began to follow right along with the band with that clarinet of my brother’s what he had given me. At first no one heard me. But then, the way I was told it, people began to take notice. And then the men in Keppard’s band, they noticed it and began to look at each other. Who the hell was playing? They prowled all around and at last they found me. They open the door and they couldn't believe their eyes. One of them laughed and said “Well, you're awful little, but we heard you, and you sure were sure playing like hell.”
I stood around there hearing them [Freddie Keppard’s Band] play. I was standing back by myself in the entry to the kitchen, and I couldn't help myself. I knew I was too young for them, but I sure wanted to play along with them all the same. So I sneaked away and got the clarinet and went into the front room where nobody was at. It was dark in there. I began to follow right along with the band with that clarinet of my brother’s what he had given me. At first no one heard me. But then, the way I was told it, people began to take notice. And then the men in Keppard’s band, they noticed it and began to look at each other. Who the hell was playing? They prowled all around and at last they found me. They open the door and they couldn't believe their eyes. One of them laughed and said “Well, you're awful little, but we heard you, and you sure were sure playing like hell.”
I stood around there hearing them [Freddie Keppard’s Band] play. I was standing back by myself in the entry to the kitchen, and I couldn't help myself. I knew I was too young for them, but I sure wanted to play along with them all the same. So I sneaked away and got the clarinet and went into the front room where nobody was at. It was dark in there. I began to follow right along with the band with that clarinet of my brother’s what he had given me. At first no one heard me. But then, the way I was told it, people began to take notice. And then the men in Keppard’s band, they noticed it and began to look at each other. Who the hell was playing? They prowled all around and at last they found me. They open the door and they couldn't believe their eyes. One of them laughed and said “Well, you're awful little, but we heard you, and you sure were sure playing like hell.” |
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