Saxophone romance

Hi, guys!

Today has been a great day. Yesterday my husband suggested going out of town to play the saxophone (well, you know, in order to annoy the neighbors less, because the instrument is still very loud, and I need to practice).

So today I want to tell you a story. The story of how I had an incredible love with the instrument.

Those who have been reading my blog for a long time know that actually until this day I played three musical instruments. On the piano, on the transverse flute and on the guitar. I like all three, the skill at all three is at different levels.

As a child, I attended music school, piano class, but did not finish it. I literally hated solfeggio, and besides, I had an angry teacher on the instrument itself, who beat me on my fingers with a ruler. Not surprisingly, in such an environment, I did not want to make music.

Then I learned to play the guitar. Without a teacher, just one beautiful night, a friend showed me how to pick chords and play the strumming. It turned out to be very simple, and since then the guitar has always served as an accompaniment to my songs.

When I was a teenager, I dreamed of a Fender guitar. It was kind of an icon in the world of guitars. After thirty, I bought myself exactly what I wanted, and I adore it. This is a Fender Malibu, with a slightly shorter neck and a harsh sound.

I got the flute during the first wave of quarantine. I needed something to cope with the new conditions in which the whole world found itself, and quite unexpectedly for myself, I bought a flute. At first I learned to play on my own, then I found myself a teacher, a student at a music school. I love the instrument and I thought I really loved all three until I got to know my saxophone.

I have already told how I fell in love with its sound while still in the store, and immediately realized that I would not go home without it. She told me that yesterday I had my first lesson with a teacher, and that it was very easy for me to start playing.

But today I agreed with my husband to go out of town, and I could rehearse there. The delight that I experienced is difficult to describe in words. Perhaps there is something special in wind instruments, a special spirit. Maybe because you literally breathe with them, fill them with yourself. But I really, really feel my instrument, and am in love with it recklessly.

Usually when I play the flute I get tired pretty quickly. When I study with a teacher, I often want to finish the lesson after half an hour, and I can hardly stand it for an hour.

It turned out differently with the saxophone. I feel like I can play it forever, despite the fact that it takes a lot more effort.

Probably, this is how love happens :)

See you in the next post!
Love, Inber