My Daughter, the Jazz Musician: The Sequel

Lest you thought my last entry was in jest, gentle reader, I give you . . .

Anya Stephenson . . . in the tradition of Glenn Miller, Tommy Dorsey, Slide Hampton, Tyrone Jefferson, and J. J. Johnson.

Little stinker was actually able to force enough air through that horn to produce sound. Of course, her little arms will only reach to 3rd position . . .

My Daughter, the Jazz Musician

There is a technique used by wind and brass musicians called circle breathing that enables the musician to sustain continuous airflow through her instrument, important in holding a note or playing a series without interruption or audible break in sound.

Today's evidence suggests that my daughter, age 4, has successfully mastered circle breathing. What evidence, you ask? Consider,

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The long, sustained, high-pitched whine---going on, oh, about 4 hours now---with variable tone and occasional stylistic breaks to interject a 'real' word or phrase like "I waaaaaaaaant youuuuuuuuu," a staccato utterance such as "meh," or a variation on the whining theme--such as "GiiiIiid!"---when yelling at her little bro.

Maybe I should hand her my old trombone and let her jam.