To Patrick206,
I'll definitely wait for my MAC valve to arrive (Any day now) before I spray the Corsair.
LOL! The TUBA!!!
In all seriousness, I played the trumpet like my father. He was the old school big band trumpeter, he backed up Stan Kenton, Sammy Davis Jr., Frank Sinatra, Elvis, and many more. I remember these names especially those mentioned. He would take me to his gigs and I'll watch back stage as a little kid.
I went completely in the opposite direction. I ended up in the Jazz Combo scene, quartet, quintet, etc. my band was called Jazz Attack. It was a continuation of Art Blakely and the Jazz Messengers school of Jazz. All it was was, I just never stopped playing jazz and any type of music. My last job, I hired my dad just before he died, that was one of the best concerts ever as we played Latin Salsa. It was for the Ms. Latin America Pageant.
My second memorable concert was in Scotland in Saint Andrews, I did the very first Live Aid concert there. It was with a band from Chicago called the Abrams Brothers. Imagine a black guitarist that sounded like Van Halen, Stevie Ray Vaugn, and Jimi Hendricks all in one person while playing some of the most baddest funk music (Detrioit style) I've ever played. In Amsterdam, we started to extend our sets to go all night into the morning non-stop. We were the precursors of Rave before the term was even used. Of course at 18, you're young, full of energy and just plain stupid! LOL! Or may I say ignorant.
I came back home to care for my dad, I ended up meeting Mrs. Eslit AKA: Toshi, got married had two kids a boy and a girl. So I quit playing, and worked as a executive chef and master sushi chef. It was the later that got my foot into the door. I was trained as a sushi chef by the student of the official sushi chef of the Emperor of Japan. How ironic, in that, some 20 years later, here I am building WWII aircraft that finally brought down the Empire of Japan.
By the way, I've never ever made a zero kit yet. I just have a passion for WWII American aircraft. Here's a story for forum members that I'd like to share about my family. This is just a story based on true events, not to insult nor offend anyone, and if I did so, please except my deepest heartfelt sincere apology.
December 7, 1941
My dad and my great grandmother did their normal Sunday morning shopping in downtown Honolulu. All of a sudden, my dad said there were planes flying really close to the ground. Then it started to rain heavily. My great grandmother told my dad; "That's not rain, those are bullets from a machine gun". My dad answered; "Why are the American planes shooting at us"? Great grandmother replied; 'Those aren't American planes, those are Japanese planes. The next thing my father heard were fireworks, then he recalled black smoke billowing from Pearl Harbor. Pearl is approximately 8 miles from downtown Honolulu. Once home, great grandmother burned all documents, photos, and family history that pertained to Japan. She then told my dad that we are Americans living in U.S. Territory.
I had a distant uncle that served during WWII, he became what's known today as the 442 All Japanese regimental group. Till this day, the 442 is the most decorated battalion in the history of America. Uncle lost his arm only to become a state Senetor of Hawaii.