I always admired trumpet players like Harry James. I always loved that melodic sound, a fat sound.

My uncle gave me a trumpet, but I loved the Louis Armstrong sound and the Harry James sound and I played by ear and I played always soulful or very direct from the gut.

God is gone up with a shout, the LORD with the sound of a trumpet.

He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage: neither believeth he that it is the sound of the trumpet.

What can I say about James Cotton,

Our players and coaches loved it.