When Barry Perkins puts a trumpet to his lips, instrument and man meld into one and the notes fill your soul. If that sounds like hyperbole, you haven’t heard Perkins play. Or more likely you have – ...
When Barry Perkins puts a trumpet to his lips, instrument and man meld into one and the notes fill your soul. If that sounds like hyperbole, you haven’t heard Perkins play. Or more likely you have – ...
Years ago, on a rainy night in San Francisco, I got a vivid art lesson. My date and I — let’s call her “R” — had just had dinner and were walking through a steady drizzle in Chinatown. It was February ...