I was just watching the Arts channel on cable. Woody Herman and His Swingin’ Herd, 1964.  There was this trombone player who was amazing, like somebody breathing in and out a kind of cool pain. Man, I wish I’d kept playing the trombone after high school, maybe in college, and gotten a good tutor.  If I could play like that guy, who’s at least in his 80s now, if he’s not dead, but he remembers he used to play like nobody’s damn business.  Sweet.