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The saxophone came into my life after
seeing ‘The Alan Bown Set’ and ‘Sounds Incorporated’ at
Manor Court School Youth Club in Portsmouth.
I was 15, and was having an erratic affair with a clarinet (and it’s
owners sister) ....but when I saw it’s shinier and sexier cousin...well...it
was love at first sight.
My schoolfriend Pete had hypnotized me with one of his Dad’s
Stan Getz records...and I knew immediately that I wanted to make that
sound.
Thirty years later and I’m still nowhere near it.
Had I known then that ten years would pass before I would make even
an acceptable noise...I may have gone for the teachers training course
or the civil service entrance exam.
But to be honest....and this is why people buy Aston Martins....the
saxophone just looked so fantastically sexy....I just had to have one.
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Like a motor bike.....designed
primarily for functionality...the saxophone is by accident, a beautiful
thing.
Whether it’s a King Silversonic or a Selmer MkV1...whether it’s
Johnny Hodges...Arthur Blythe....Stan Getz or Ben Webster the sax has
always symbolized the world of smoky nightclubs and beautiful women,
a low income...next to no job prospects and a place along with percussionists
in the tour manager’s file called ‘‘luxury extras’’.
Needless to say...a large part of my life was susequently spent in
smoky nightclubs...there may have been a few beautiful women......but
there cetainly wasn’t much money.
A few years ago a lot of musicians got into bands for reasons that
were far from financial....reasons that may not have been entirely
musical either...but times have changed and there is no reason why
they shouldn’t earn a decent living now (did Kenny G say that?)
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