Okay so tonight’s recording-in-my-bedroom session has answered two important questions.
- Can I still play the saxophone?
The answer to this question is yes. I can still play the saxophone. - Can I still play the saxophone well?
The answer to this question is an emphatic, hilarious, no. I cannot still play the saxophone well.
I can still improvise on a blues scale in C though. It’s like riding a bike. Totally second nature. It took a little more time to get acclimated to improvising on a blues scale in F, but I blundered my way through that one as well.
I think I may have answered another question too. I mentioned in a previous post today that my computer fell off my desk this morning. I had no idea how that could have happened. Then when I came back to the office after my little recording-in-my-bedroom session tonight I saw this:
Ms Patches sitting pretty, shamelessly right in the middle of the laptop stand. I think Scotland Yard has itself a chief suspect in this case. Elementary, my dear Patches.
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