How and where to put the notes than run through my mind. The notes that come so easily when I whistle along with any Jazz tune. I look over at the instrument of my choice. The saxophone. A hot looking Conn Conqueror Naked Lady that sits on its stand just a few feet from where I sit. It sits there patiently, waiting to help release the music that is in me. To help me free fall into ecstasy.
Beautiful gold and silver lacquered to perfection. The light from the lamp sends highlights from the neck to the bell. I am in love. I used to dream so much about playing again that I had to buy one. Now my satisfaction is complete. All I have to do is look at it and I feel good.
It sits there waiting for me to hold it again. For my fingers to caress its smooth pearl keys, to run them up and down, giving it direction. To send my breath through its body and send out excitement in the form of rich, vibrant tones of pleasure, fulfilling its destiny. I finally get up, put on my neck strap and put the bam on the black hard rubber.
I will keep it waiting no longer. I put the mouth piece to my lips and send my breath through, vibrating the reed and sending new life through the sax that comes out of the bell like fire. Hot notes fill the night as I follow along with the music on the CD. Improvising, ad libbing hot licks straight from the inner sanctum of my soul like never before. Notes cascading, leaping, pleading, whispering, like sparks in flight dripping with emotion. Tonight was the night.
I am as far out as I can get as I ride the the wave of my fluid mellow sounds.
Pure unadulterated sax.