Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Watch out for Mr. Calvin the Saxophonist.
Really, he did pretty well for his first informal night with the instrument. The Hermit was telling me that now we're even for him bringing Maggie and Hopi into the house without my consent, but I don't know. Saxophones don't leap out of their cases at 4 AM and leave deposits on the floor. Saxophones don't sniff your butt whenever you come in the door. Saxophones kind of leave you alone, until you take them out of their case.
He could be the next Charlie Parker, Branford Marsalis, John Coltrane, or David Sanborn. You never know.