In the school band, the director took one look at Mike Waite's long arms and handed him a trombone. Mike liked it. Unlike the piano at home, ?the trombone has no exact notes. You have to find them yourself.? Mike is still exploring his very own melodic world, and in this CD, rich with variety, you'll still hear that trombone, along with a squeezebox, Mike's reliable guitar and, always, his big, mellow voice.
Three old pals--who dragged Mike out of his northern Michigan cabin for this production?join him in instrumental and sometimes vocal harmony. And if you listen carefully, you might hear the kids, too.