DUSTBALLS
One sunny day, I was cleaning my living room floor. While scooping up days worth of dust and dirt brought in by endless band practices, I blurted out the words, "TOO MANY DUSTBALLS!" The mere cadence of the phrase was intriguing enough for me to drop the broom and pick up a cornet and blast, "TOO MANY DUSTBALLS!" through the horn. Such "jazz-epiphanies" are few and far between, so I took it as a sign from the great vibratory gods of yore and continued playing the phrase over and over. A vision of Louis danced in my head with Donald Ayler barking at the door, this was truly an echo from the "past". It is the simplest, most rudimentary ditty, and is pure musical expression. My mind began to reel with the sounds of Bunk Johnson, Henry "Red" Allen, Bubber Miley, and Rex Stewart. Blat! Blat! Blat! Next to some heavy, winding, river. This composition put The Belgian Waffles! into the land of ecstatic marching brass bands.
[Dan]
