Charlie was pretending to play the trumpet today by blowing on his finger while making trumpety noises. He explained the music process to me.
"See?" he said. "The music comes from my heart (pointing at his chest) and it comes up here (pointing to his cheeks) and out my mouth. Then it goes in your ears and down into your tummy and then you have a heart, too."
And that's jazz, baby.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
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