Some days, I'm struck with memories and feelings: the weight around my neck, the smell of the pads and oils, the taste of the reed, the feeling of the keys under my fingers. It's palpable and almost painful. I want to feel the instrument, breathe with it, live it.
It doesn't happen like that often, any more. Not often enough to break open a new box of reeds. I think it eventually will, again, later. We'll see. Singing and directing fills that niche. But, every once in a while, I see a saxophone and feel again.
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone