...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.
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.