SaxinNZ
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Since I got my new BW Tenor just a few short weeks ago, I’ve hardly been able to put it down, and I must admit that I have let my interest in my Alto wane somewhat… to the point of not getting it out of the case!
Last night however, I felt a little guilty, and decided that I must at least give the Alto a bit of a bash, so I got her out, set her up (something doesn’t feel right I thought), threw on the neck strap and hooked her up….! MY GOD… it’s shrunk!😱
Now obviously I know that it is smaller than the Tenor, but not this much surely? It feels like a toy almost! Weightless nearly!! It sure as heck doesn’t feel like the one I put away a week or so ago. And I still remember not that long ago when I first started to play, how I thought my goodness, what a lump of metal to have suspended from ones neck!!
Okay, so its maybe just my over active imagination, but has this ever happened to anyone else, I mean after “converting” to a Tenor….. or worse, has my Yani actually shrunk?😱
Last night however, I felt a little guilty, and decided that I must at least give the Alto a bit of a bash, so I got her out, set her up (something doesn’t feel right I thought), threw on the neck strap and hooked her up….! MY GOD… it’s shrunk!😱
Now obviously I know that it is smaller than the Tenor, but not this much surely? It feels like a toy almost! Weightless nearly!! It sure as heck doesn’t feel like the one I put away a week or so ago. And I still remember not that long ago when I first started to play, how I thought my goodness, what a lump of metal to have suspended from ones neck!!
Okay, so its maybe just my over active imagination, but has this ever happened to anyone else, I mean after “converting” to a Tenor….. or worse, has my Yani actually shrunk?😱

Ha Ha, I think it happens to all of us alto/tenor converts. I started on the alto and after about three months I decided that the tenor was the sax for me, so that's the path I took and like you, the alto stood on her stand, in the corner of the room, looking forgotten and forlorn. I left her there for about two or three months before picking her up again, but when I did, I too thought she felt so small and pathetic. But what sweetness, what soul. She was effortless to play and to hold.
