A trumpet with a mute, playing jazzy raspberries in a roomful of roses that’s too small to contain them.
The red apple opening hits sharp, the petals fall flat, and the metallic musk bass line, though sweet, is way too brassy to wear indoors.
“You’d never know it, but buddy, I’m a kind of poet
And I’ve got a lot of things I’d like to say…”
Classic Lady Day, with Harry “Sweets” Edison on the trumpet.