Sax-o-Ramen

[tictactux]

...or Noodling with a Soprano

I recently indulged in GAS (I either haven't reached the male equivalent of the menopause or GAS doesn't stop there anyway) and acquired a lovely Soprano. (being black lacquer it looks like a fat clarinet; I chose to nickname it "Fat Freddie").

I guess I now have learned a lesson in humility again - switching from clarinet to sax may be easy (or easier than the other way round), but now I surely know what they mean by "chops" when they mention the soprano. I can bend the pitch from 50 cents minus to 50 cents plus, but keeping the pitch near the green light is a different story. It's ten times more squirrely than an eefer.

What a cute monster. Will take a while to tame it.

 

[Old Dick]

But it's worth it (I hope)...

 

[Gandalfe]

I suspect that taming the soprano sax will be a labor of luv for you. Here's hoping that it doesn't take you as long as it did me, two years, before I would play it in public.

 

[tictactux]

I suspect that taming the soprano sax will be a labor of luv for you. Here's hoping that it doesn't take you as long as it did me, two years, before I would play it in public.

The journey is the destination.

And it sure beats self-flagellation. I still can sleep on my back.