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Roger's
trumpet skills can be traced back through his family tree to his
great uncle Barnaby Grover, who was the bugle player under the
command of General George Custer. It was Barnaby who blew the
fateful call to alert the troops when he realized they were about
to be ambushed at Little Big Horn. It's said that as he lay dying,
his final words were "Should ...have ...yelled ...ambush ...instead ...stupid ...horn". Barnaby's talent washed through Roger's entire lineage, and today, he can be found playing for several local bands, though some of them have attempted to stop him when it became clear that no one knew who he was or who let him in. His start in the world of trumpet was kindled by a first love. Mamie Schicklehauser Von Steingruüben was in his first grade class, and Roger would sit behind her and daydream of his first kiss with her, how they would sit side by side, holding hands made sticky by soft serve ice cream cones and awkwardly play at love as only 6 year olds can. It was while seated 3 rows behind her that he thought he overheard her tell a friend how much she loved the horn, and soon he was begging his parents to buy him his first trumpet. He practiced and practiced until one day, during a school assembly, he finally had the chance to play in front of his dream girl. Unfortunately, she had actually said how much she loved popped corn, and left in the middle of his concerto to get some. He says he has gotten over it, but one can still hear the pain in his heart when he plays the blues. |
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