When Rich Wheeler shows up, shit gets weird.

I'm kidding. I stole a version of that verbiage from a Facebook post from a few months back. A musician that had just gigged with Rich wrote it with high-praise-worthy intentions, and I loved the heck out of it.

So, Mr. Wheeler was kind enough to lend me a portion of one of his Saturday afternoons not too long ago, and I was clumsy enough to screw up the video portion of our conversation, so...audio-only it is. And thank the heavens that I didn't botch that portion of the thing, 'cause this chat was next-level.

Rich just might be the sharpest dude I've chewed the fat with so far, and believe me -- there've been some sharp ones.

I really enjoyed learning a little bit about him, his experiences, his horn-playing savvy, not to ...