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 – ...

Chicago — Smooth trumpet notes fill an empty Chicago street. There is a familiarity from the sounds emitting from the lone instrument. It feels like a modern radio hit with a classic oldie twist. Each ...

From the half-shell bandstand on the lip of Lake Eola or the fountain-affixed lobby of the Peabody Orlando, his trumpet roared and purred. For Benjamin Louis Smalley, mastery of the instrument was not ...