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I wanted a trumpet concerto that reflected native american music because, well, there aren't any. i looked around for one but couldn't find anything. so it's a wide-open field.

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I Wanted A Trumpet Concerto That Reflected

Christopher Moore

I wanted a trumpet concerto that reflected native american music because, well, there aren't any. i looked around for one but couldn't find anything. so it's a wide-open field.

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You see the one thing i've always maintained is that i'm an american indian. i'm not a native american. i'm not politically correct. everyone who's born in the western hemisphere is a native american. we are all native americans. and if you notice, i put american before my ethnicity. i'm not a hyphenated african-american or irish-american or jewish-american or mexican-american.

I played trumpet in school once because i joined band because a cute boy played trumpet too. and i was really bad at trumpet.

Although its light is wide and great, the moon is reflected in a puddle one inch wide. the whole moon and the entire sky is reflected in one dew drop on the grass.

They'd had fun, for sure. they laughed and enjoyed being together. but if she was painfully honest with herself, something was missing. something in the way tim looked at her. she remembered her mom's word. "i saw the way he looked at you...he adores you." maybe that was it. tim looked at her on a surface level. he smiled and seemed happy to see her. but when cody looked at her, there were no layers left, nothing her didn't reveal, nothing he couldn't see. he didn't really look at her so much as he looked into her. to the deepest, most real places in her heart and soul.

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There were certain things that i watched, and i screened a series of period films as well, not because i wanted to copy those, because i wanted to be different. “far from the madding crowd” was one i looked to because i thought it looked so good. “doctor zhivago.” unrequited love is always a great thing. “tess” was something i looked at, i thought polanski got the period right.

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