Forum Archive: Posts by: JohnJ44

It was early last summer, maybe the first day where you opened all the windows, that I heard it. The whistling. Not the short blasts of construction workers signaling to their coworkers. And not the mindless and tuneless expressions of minor happiness that you hear from random people walking down the street, but more like the far upper register of a violin. Pure and loud. Definitely no ordinary whistle. This was music, perfectly in tune. As I went about my business I listened: Girl From Ipanema, Begin the Beguine, Aura Lee, Where Or When. All rendered with style and passion.

Being a musician myself, I recognized the treasured instrument of a fellow player. And this one could really play. The tunes continued. Misty, Skylark, the melodies expertly embellished with a natural improvisational flair.

Then after an hour the music stopped… (more…)