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Okay all this talk about ligs, reeds, necks, mouthpieces, the most fabulous horn in the universe and whatever gas gear stuff. Ferget it!
Today I found the ultimate solution to becoming the sax god you've always dreamed of being - It's yer boots.
I've been gigging and shedding, band rehearsals and practicing a lot lately but at the end of the day I was always sort of "Oh no man, I'm just not hittin' it". I've been lying awake in bed at night for weeks now, tossin' and turnin' wonderin' what is it? what's missing?
Anyway I needed some new boots so I looked around and nothin' really grabbed me until I saw a pair of dusty looking ankle boots in the corner of a local shoo shop. They were marked down, 20% off, lost and lonely, nobody obviously wanted 'em but they looked very kewl indeed, ****kicker style but with a round toe - and they were my size. Tried 'em on - not an absolute perfect fit but there was something about them, say no more, they had to be mine.
When I got home I put 'em on, did some striding about and immediately felt like I was walkin' like ten feet tall, like a new man, hey. And then for some reason I found myself drawn into my studio, picked up my tenor and just blew my blues away. Everything just fell into place, the shadowy mist that's been hanging over me just evaporated. Nobody will believe me, but it's a true story.
Ferget the sax gear gas. Stand tall, go get yerself some magic boots.
Today I found the ultimate solution to becoming the sax god you've always dreamed of being - It's yer boots.
I've been gigging and shedding, band rehearsals and practicing a lot lately but at the end of the day I was always sort of "Oh no man, I'm just not hittin' it". I've been lying awake in bed at night for weeks now, tossin' and turnin' wonderin' what is it? what's missing?
Anyway I needed some new boots so I looked around and nothin' really grabbed me until I saw a pair of dusty looking ankle boots in the corner of a local shoo shop. They were marked down, 20% off, lost and lonely, nobody obviously wanted 'em but they looked very kewl indeed, ****kicker style but with a round toe - and they were my size. Tried 'em on - not an absolute perfect fit but there was something about them, say no more, they had to be mine.
When I got home I put 'em on, did some striding about and immediately felt like I was walkin' like ten feet tall, like a new man, hey. And then for some reason I found myself drawn into my studio, picked up my tenor and just blew my blues away. Everything just fell into place, the shadowy mist that's been hanging over me just evaporated. Nobody will believe me, but it's a true story.
Ferget the sax gear gas. Stand tall, go get yerself some magic boots.