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(Post-)Midnight Musings…

Often, late nights in random hotel rooms are the rare, quiet moments when my mind is free to wander, and to ponder the peculiarities of my life…

How is it that somebody who grew up in a random English resort town, and was a handed a trumpet as a child, with no previous interest or impetus to play it, now resides on a different continent, and regularly makes music with, and is accepted by, some of the greatest musicians one could ever hope to encounter?

It makes no sense, yet this is where I find myself. To say I’m fortunate would be the understatement of the century…

If you have children, always encourage them to follow their passion. I was lucky that my parents did and do. There were times when they, and I, were unsure but it has, undoubtedly, panned out. It could be music, or it could be literally anything else. Just know: if you love what you do, then you’ll never resent a days work, in your life….