Happy Birthday Adolphe Sax! You were so sickly and accident prone when young that your nickname in your hometown was "the ghost child". When you grew up, you were so good at what you did your competitors twice tried to assassinate you.
You mysteriously survived lip cancer. You were a virtuoso on multiple instruments. You walked to Paris from Brussels with a bass saxophone on your back. You openly challenged your powerful competitors to public cutting contests and won in front of crowds of thousands. Napoleon III favored you, and personally protected your patents.
You were a singular man, often misunderstood, often set back, never beaten. Your voice lives on in the beautiful instruments you brought to us- which so many people play, that my family is entirely supported by my job of fixing them. I hope one day to put my hands to an instrument that you yourself built. Happy Birthday sir! ~ Matt Stohrer
You mysteriously survived lip cancer. You were a virtuoso on multiple instruments. You walked to Paris from Brussels with a bass saxophone on your back. You openly challenged your powerful competitors to public cutting contests and won in front of crowds of thousands. Napoleon III favored you, and personally protected your patents.
You were a singular man, often misunderstood, often set back, never beaten. Your voice lives on in the beautiful instruments you brought to us- which so many people play, that my family is entirely supported by my job of fixing them. I hope one day to put my hands to an instrument that you yourself built. Happy Birthday sir! ~ Matt Stohrer