Bummer. Maynard Ferguson has died. He wasn't that old (well, compared to fencers I guess...) but he caught some sort of digestive infection and it killed him.
Maynard was THE MAN of Trumpet, thats all there is to it. Oh, you have your Trumpet snobs like Wynton M and Mile D...but Maynard played with pure joy for every note. While the others run around buried in hype and pretention....Maynard just never stopped that roaring attack on the upper stratosphere of the instruments register.I saw him live- and it was just pure he way he played.
I was/ am crazy about the way he sounds. He gave it all back to the future generations too, spending the last 10 or so years playing high schools to bring the music to those kids. He would even practice with a high school group and perform with them. I would have died for the chance to do that. I saw on his website a few years ago that he actually played my little, out of the way school a while back. I was happy to know he had graced the place with his blanket of excitment.
Its just a sad day to know he is gone. I don't think anyone will ever surpass him, in that while they may play- they don't have that underlaying explosion of excitment to every single note. Oh to live life as he played....
Goodbye Maynard- you are missed!
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