The adage “You can never go home again” is more true to me now than ever. After several years trying to get my saxophone chops up, I’ve come to the … Continue reading Moving On

The adage “You can never go home again” is more true to me now than ever. After several years trying to get my saxophone chops up, I’ve come to the … Continue reading Moving On
Settling in with my new alto sax. Still a few nits I’d like my local tech to look at, but he’s been busy gigging in pit orchestras so will have … Continue reading 2.5 octaves seems adequate
I repurposed a carving knife stand I carved (chip carving technique) in the early 2000s. New life as a mouthpiece and recorder stand suits my needs. It was quite dusty … Continue reading Renewed Purpose
Getting used to a new instrument is a challenge. Ever so slight differences between finger touch alignment, spring tension, and harmonic tendency all throw a bit of confusion into the … Continue reading Adjusting the seat
Building the saxophone embouchure takes time. Muscles, position, throat opening, air flow… all take time to come together in that necessary combination. It’s satisfying when the thing becomes second nature.
Read more. Listen more. Write more. Walk the Glen once a week. Meld with the saxophone. Exercise regularly. Breath. Be gracious.