All of my comics bashing the trombone are based (pretty loosely) on actual conversations I’ve had with a real friend.
That friend is Rick.
He used to be a professional jazz trombonist, and is still quite good. It’s also true that he has no respect for the valve trombone.
After all the grief I’d given him about every other aspect of his life, I thought picking on him over the trombone was a step too far. In retrospect, giving the trombones to mullet boss was still a pretty grave insult.