Look out Boots, here I come!
Posted: Wed May 15, 2019 5:23 pm
I finally did it! After months of letting that saxophone sit in the corner of my room, I finally took the plunge and began to learn how to play the durn thing.
Actually, I have excuses, because I ran into all sorts of obstacles. I didn't have reeds. The one that was in it is chewed up. Didn't have cork grease. Didn't have a lanyard. And to top it all off, I didn't know where the heck to even start! I wanted to know the very basics of how to hold it, how to set it up, etc. I didn't want to start off on the wrong foot developing incorrect habits from the get-go.
So after all these months, I now have all accessories, and I found a beginner's video on Y'tube, and yesterday I actually blew a note! Ta-da! Sounded like a sick moose in heat, but hey...at least it was a note.
Mom was holding her ears. She said how awful it sounds. I was like "Mom! What do you expect for the first day???" There's not a room in the house where I can close the door and blow away, and the god awful noise seeps right through the walls, so I guess my last option is to go out and sit in the car to practice. (With the windows closed, so as not to give the neighbors a treat. They'll hear me someday when I am on stage and world famous, yuk, yuk.)
Anyway, I give myself three to five years before I can play halfway decent. That sounds about reasonable.
In the meantime, Boots has nothing to worry about.
Actually, I have excuses, because I ran into all sorts of obstacles. I didn't have reeds. The one that was in it is chewed up. Didn't have cork grease. Didn't have a lanyard. And to top it all off, I didn't know where the heck to even start! I wanted to know the very basics of how to hold it, how to set it up, etc. I didn't want to start off on the wrong foot developing incorrect habits from the get-go.
So after all these months, I now have all accessories, and I found a beginner's video on Y'tube, and yesterday I actually blew a note! Ta-da! Sounded like a sick moose in heat, but hey...at least it was a note.
Mom was holding her ears. She said how awful it sounds. I was like "Mom! What do you expect for the first day???" There's not a room in the house where I can close the door and blow away, and the god awful noise seeps right through the walls, so I guess my last option is to go out and sit in the car to practice. (With the windows closed, so as not to give the neighbors a treat. They'll hear me someday when I am on stage and world famous, yuk, yuk.)
Anyway, I give myself three to five years before I can play halfway decent. That sounds about reasonable.
In the meantime, Boots has nothing to worry about.