the sax
so i guess i have a terrible tendency to build things up around music, and make a deal out of it all. i attach every memory to a piece of music. i arrive somewhere new, i feel the place out, and it almost always makes me think of the way i feel when listening to a specific song - so arriving somewhere new, the new place is inevitably attached to a song. i leave that place, and the same song that brought me there now takes on a different meaning, becomes nostalgic. and all in between, i just want to play my saxophone and get it all out, whatever builds up in the interim between arriving and departing. i want to use my saxophone to say that i'm in love with a place, without telling anybody. whatever i say through my horn is between myself and the air around me. i want to play tonight, and tomorrow night, and every night before i leave boston, but i get all choked up. :o/