Blood On The Sax
Late one afternoon, the sun was shining - and I realised that my attempts to get my tonguing technique right during saxophone practice were becoming over-enthusiastic: the underside of the reed was damp with red saliva.
Note to commenters: jokes about bodily fluids and unprotected sax are inevitable, so you'd better go ahead & make them . . .
Note to commenters: jokes about bodily fluids and unprotected sax are inevitable, so you'd better go ahead & make them . . .
posted by Nick at 6:02 pm
4 Comments:
Compare, if you will, the American-football defensive back Ronnie Lott of the San Francisco 49ers. His reputation for toughness stemmed in part from his having the tip of one injured finger amputated rather than missing a game.
You both are old school. And that's a compliment on both sides of the water.
Also, I kind of like the image of your situation as a solution to a round of the table game Clue: The perpetrator was Mr. Graham ... in the parlor ... with the saxophone. I think a cricket-like swing of the sax could indeed be lethal. Whyn't you try that out on the next obnoxious individual at one of your performances?
Lex - much appreciated: you are, as ever, too kind. I just can't help but feel that in my case the existence of even a scintilla of musical talent would be worth more than a whole load of mere industriousness
Please, please, please, lock it in a safe place and put the keys somewhere where you can't get them until after our visit next weekend.
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