murrayatuptown
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Hello:
I was a late starter adult sax student in the late 80's, played for 4 years, got married and was too busy. Sold my horns.
Retired this year, and late one night subscribed to the Syos newsletter after seeing someone playing locally with a crazy-colored mouthpiece he told me was 3D-printed.
I subscribed right before one of their cosmetic seconds/B-stock 'Freaks' sales. I got up early the day of the Freaks sales and was lucky enough to get myself both alto & tenor Syos mouthpieces.
But I didn't have any horns, and I deprived someone else of the last of those mouthpieces, so I felt guilty and went late night shopping online. Maybe not a wise way to jump back into the reed world, but it's done. My guitars will be jealous and my dogs unhappy. Actually, one is nearly deaf and goes into another room if confused about the lack of silence. I'm talking about the dog, not a guitar. The other (yes, dog) is happy to have company & puts up with my learning curve, or he's actually a really hip dog (to be determined).
You might not believe this story, so maybe I shouldn't make it any longer than this. I was going to title this 'Who am I and why am I here?', but that seemed kind of cliche, and I forgot the answer anyway.
Thanks for everything.
Murray
I was a late starter adult sax student in the late 80's, played for 4 years, got married and was too busy. Sold my horns.
Retired this year, and late one night subscribed to the Syos newsletter after seeing someone playing locally with a crazy-colored mouthpiece he told me was 3D-printed.
I subscribed right before one of their cosmetic seconds/B-stock 'Freaks' sales. I got up early the day of the Freaks sales and was lucky enough to get myself both alto & tenor Syos mouthpieces.
But I didn't have any horns, and I deprived someone else of the last of those mouthpieces, so I felt guilty and went late night shopping online. Maybe not a wise way to jump back into the reed world, but it's done. My guitars will be jealous and my dogs unhappy. Actually, one is nearly deaf and goes into another room if confused about the lack of silence. I'm talking about the dog, not a guitar. The other (yes, dog) is happy to have company & puts up with my learning curve, or he's actually a really hip dog (to be determined).
You might not believe this story, so maybe I shouldn't make it any longer than this. I was going to title this 'Who am I and why am I here?', but that seemed kind of cliche, and I forgot the answer anyway.
Thanks for everything.
Murray
