Mid 70s. Im about 20. A guy in a local blues band, playing sax. I just loved the sound he was getting. But he had a beard and a beret, so he was from another world. A musician. It was a world that I thought wasnt for me. Idiot.
Then the LP "dark side of the moon" by Pink floyd. That was another "love" time.
tenor sax this time, but I didnt know there was a difference. Listened to sax bits over and over
Then live concert with Supertramp. I still remember the tone of the sax now. Love.
then, im in my late 20s by now, and music was becoming increasingly important to me. Mainly because Im living in a little fishing village in North of Scotland, and there is nothing else to do. Just me, my nice hi fi, and lots of Lps.
One in particular helped cement my love of sax. Total Control, by the Motels.
i must have played that song a million times.
I go to see Joan Armitrading live, in Aberdeen. She has a sax player.
Yet again, the sax knocks me out. Hairs up on the back of my neck. Etc etc.
I listen to the little voice in my head, at last.
Next day, 10 am on a Saturday, Im in a music shop buying a sax. Im almost 30 years old. Starting to learn sax. I Must be mad.
Im still mad, and still get hairs standing up on the back of my neck.
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