I knew Mira was attending an SF Giants game tonight, so when I reached the stopped-horn passage (aka “that THING”), I thought I’d be whimsical and play a few lines of “Take me out to the ball game.” Which I know perfectly well, no problem. But stopped horn fingerings are squirrelly on a good day, and I apparently was having only an okay day, so what ensued was comically sloppy horn playing.
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