Taken in June, at the Tuesday Johnathan Doyle and friends jazz at the Bishop Hotel. Johnathan was touring, so it is friends and more friends and more instruments! George Radabaugh, Jack Dwyer and the friend who plays trumpet.
I have played flute since fourth grade. This pastel was done by my mother, Helen Burling Ottaway, in 1980. We lived in Alexandria, Virginia. I am playing flute and Johnny Johnson is on trumpet. My father played trumpet too. Johnny was trying to teach me to improvise. I had not listened to much jazz and was not very good at it. I was well trained in classical flute and could read music. Johnny said, “No, just LISTEN.” I did learn it and can still play it.
One night the three of us were playing. We had a knock on the door. It was an Alexandria policeman. “We have had a complaint about the loud party.”
We looked at him blankly. My father says, “Well, you are looking at it.”
“Three of you?” says the policeman.
“Two trumpets and a flute.” says my father. “We can make a lot of noise.”
“Hmm.” says the policeman. “Well, um, could you keep it down a little?”
“Yes,” says my father, “It is after 10, so we will play more quietly.”
The policeman left and we did.
My mother’s pastel is titled “Lullaby of Birdland”.
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