See versatile trumpeter Jeff Carver swing his styles toward the holidays Thursday at The Bungalow, and also score some fine wine

This holiday season, the Bungalow Inn in Lakeland continues its tradition of hosting prominent musicians by inviting Jeff Carver, a versatile and flamboyant trumpet and flugelhorn performer, educator and studio musician, from 5-7 p.m. on Thursday, Dec. 21. This is part of their night of selling fine wine, after which they invite you to stay for dinner.

Jeff is a skilled balladeer, incorporating a smooth, dark tone with intuitive phrasing and style. He is well-schooled and highly experienced performing a variety of musical styles including contemporary pop, jazz, smooth jazz, Latin, New Orleans, blues, funk and soft rock, but on this night his focus will sway toward holiday stylings. When Jeff is not touring, he performs 15-25 shows per month with his very successful and unique solo show. With more than 200 songs at his disposal, he is giving his multi-age audiences the up-to-date songs they are craving while introducing a new generation to musicians and hits from past decades.
A new concept that Jeff has been performing more recently are individual “house parties,” and what better way to see if you want to book him for such an event than seeing his Bungalow performance. Jeff comes to your house and can provide entertainment for your home. Typically Jeff performs some cocktail music and then a short concert, filled with what’s called a wonderful selection of music and stories.

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