It’s My Birthday But Who Cares?

As I look back on my extraordinary career, I sometimes wonder if it’s all been in vain. I mean, I’m not one to blow my own trumpet but if I could, I’d certainly be blowing it every day. It seems, however, that no one else feels confident enough in themselves to ask if they could blow my trumpet instead. I used to love the time I spent alone with my trumpet, polishing it with Brasso, cleaning it lovingly in the bath like a newborn baby, oiling its pistons, emptying the build-up of saliva from its valves. Blowing my trumpet just after it has been cleaned remains one of life’s unique pleasures. I could blow all day. I used to play the theme tune from Dallas, then Rocky. Usually I tired of these tedious tunes pretty quickly but this was okay because it would give me a chance to move onto more exciting compositions, including a number I myself had come up with. Blowing notes through a big silver trumpet and then listening to the results using my finely-attuned ears remains one of life’s strange and eerie pleasures. It’s like I’m a bat. Or an elf. Do elves play trumpets, or do they just blow? I’d love an elf to blow my trumpet for me. I’d like to see an elf and a bat blowing trumpets all day long. I’d like to write a composition for two trumpets, played by two elves and three bats. The details escape me but the big concept remains one of life’s tremendous build-ups of pleasure, the satisfaction of which only comes when I blow long and hard. Better still, I’d like to see an elf blowing a bat’s flugel horn, lowingly and keen. Do cats blow? They certainly do. Just ask Andrew Lloyd Webber.

2 Replies to “It’s My Birthday But Who Cares?”

  1. Happy Belated Birthday Clint! Sorry you didn’t get this message sooner. I’ve been scouting locations in Sri Lanka for my next video clip and I was out of range. Geographically that is, not vocally. Anyway I hope those groupies I gave your address to found your place alright. It’s the least I can do.
    xxx
    Taylor Taylor-Taylor.

  2. Oh my god!! I am totally throwing like streamers right at you! I have been busy with a tambourine/keyboard improvisation performance piece with Slara the knitting artist. While we play she knits how sheís interpreting the music, a woolscape if you like. Itís been wild.

    Happy Birthday Clint, thinking of you Xxxx
    Princess butterfly star star.

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