The quality in a saxophone is that it can do alone what other instruments can't.
In one squeak you've got the blues. In another a jilted lover's heels bopping away into a cross-bones jazz. He liked it that way. Solo. Was the hobo's thing to be.
He was leaning against the front door, a toe up holding the door wide, as he shook his head and breathed out the shrill horn of the Sax. He grinned as he did so, eyes half mast as his fingers rode up and down that golden spine, his body arched forward, bent over into the full cheeked slow expel of air pockets. Heavy coats and framed photographs cast in neon light in a puddle on the road.
So, ya know, how the Sax goes. Comes from no place special, just a man and a song.
And now, with feeling!
He stood straight and picked up the notch, thatta one and two, long strides towards the bar, and finally the stage, where he stood at its side, in its shadow, and blared gusto through the hip-shaking tempo. He looked out over the small crowd at finishing, and bowed, an impish smile lighting up the clear, if sad, gray of his gaze.
In one squeak you've got the blues. In another a jilted lover's heels bopping away into a cross-bones jazz. He liked it that way. Solo. Was the hobo's thing to be.
He was leaning against the front door, a toe up holding the door wide, as he shook his head and breathed out the shrill horn of the Sax. He grinned as he did so, eyes half mast as his fingers rode up and down that golden spine, his body arched forward, bent over into the full cheeked slow expel of air pockets. Heavy coats and framed photographs cast in neon light in a puddle on the road.
So, ya know, how the Sax goes. Comes from no place special, just a man and a song.
And now, with feeling!
He stood straight and picked up the notch, thatta one and two, long strides towards the bar, and finally the stage, where he stood at its side, in its shadow, and blared gusto through the hip-shaking tempo. He looked out over the small crowd at finishing, and bowed, an impish smile lighting up the clear, if sad, gray of his gaze.