There never has been any evidence of my mom being pregnant with me and being a diehard fan of the Firehouse Five Plus Two simultaneously. In fact, the pregnancy only is still evident. However, the first time I heard the FH5 was when I was a toddler. For some odd reason, I then forgot about the band for a while.
In a sudden - tube radios were still in the house - I was electrified by what my aural perception offered. Being more mature now at the age of 8.7334 I was able to understand the announcer's comment that it would have been the Firehouse Five, although nowadays I assume my English was next to none.
More time went by, at some point I stupidly talked my father out of me becoming a trumpeter. Instead of, I did not deny the trombone we compromised and this way I had to carry around a sliphorn for the next 500 years.
Awful long period of time, wisely a trumpet was sighted in the aura of the Firehouse Jazzband, and I put down the trombone and sousaphone service after less than 10 percent of the 500, namely 33 1/3 years or close to.Pure fun !Instruments:
1939 Martin HC Imperial trumpet
1957 Martin Indiana Cornet