I’m in big trouble. I have fallen in love. The problem is, she’s high maintanance. She’s expensive. But she’s beautiful:
Ever since my ears first laid eyes on her beautiful sounds my brain has been racking itself to figure out how I can own this monstrous (in size and price) instrument. I might have come up with my silliest, least realizable idea yet.
I’m going to take the instrument out to the streets and play. I know. I know. I disdain playing live. I disdain busking as a concept. I don’t know how to play any songs! But I’m going to do it. And I am going to do it in jazz style.
For a long time I’ve been thinking about playing my alto on the streets, improvising one long endless ballad. The rewards of this would be two-fold. First: I could PRACTICE the horn and not annoy any neighbours. Second: I might be able to buy a cup of coffee at the end of a day.
Now I know what you’re thinking: “How do you go from buying a cup of coffee to buying a $5,000 instrument?”
You’re conclusions are probably the same as mine: stupidity. But that’s ok. Love will make fools of us all.