The end of the saxophone
At one point in my life I’d reached the point where I could no longer play the saxophone – I had no more ideas. At the very end I was just blowing air thru the neck – no notes. I eventually sold it to pay off some bills.
Several years ago I witnessed a trio playing The Tugboat. The horn players were just pushing air thru their horns – no mouthpieces. They were killing at the point where I’d disengaged.
After that, I had semi-regular sleep dreams of playing the sax again. My sweet-loving love bestowed one on me after hearing of these dreams.
I think of her now with every note I play on it.
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