Rich here. From the time I was 8 or 9, I wanted to play guitar. At first, it was because I wanted to be like Gene Autry or Roy Rogers -- a guitar-playing singing cowboy. And then when I saw my uncle Wes on TV dressed in a cowboy outfit, playing his guitar and singing western songs, that made him cool in my book.
And, of course, once the Beatles came along, my guitar-desire only deepened.
But if you had told me I should take up trombone, or that trombones could rival a guitar, I would have laughed in your face. I mean, which guys in the band get all the girls? Not one of the horn players! (Unless you're genuinely cool like Miles Davis.)
But then I stumbled on to the Maniacal 4 a few months ago, who turned one of my big "guilty pleasures" of the Seventies, "Carry On Wayward Son" by Kansas into a Trombone tour de force.
No, the Maniacal Four aren't sex symbols by any means, but, man, they smoke!
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