It was a time when the walls of the Colosseum of Quebec vibrated to the sound of a trumpet recognizable among all. He who held her in his hands was not an ordinary musician: He was a larger than nature character, capable of electrifying thousands of supporters with a few notes and an overflowing energy. Today, Claude Scott's music, nicknamed the happy trumpeter, is about to die. Reaching a general cancer in the terminal phase, the 71-year-old fa…
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It was a time when the walls of the Colosseum of Quebec vibrated to the sound of a trumpet recognizable among all. He who held her in his hands was not an ordinary musician: He was a larger than nature character, capable of electrifying thousands of supporters with a few notes and an overflowing energy. Today, Claude Scott's music, nicknamed the happy trumpeter, is about to die. Reaching a general cancer in the terminal phase, the 71-year-old fa…