He Embouchures Aerophones by the Seashore
It was the older guy sitting in the back of his van that got me, though. There he was, facing the bike path, the airport a bit further in the distance. In front of him, a music stand. In his hands, a trombone. You've got to practice somewhere, I guess, and no doubt the missus made him leave the house.
Perhaps the egrets thought it was some sort of call.
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