bari sax

It’s been happening.

The dreams, where I find myself playing my bari sax again. That all-encompassing sensation and not-so-hokey energizing calmness, sense of relief and satisfaction it gives me. As if it’s healing the world, even.
Still laying down the base and the bass.

“Not everything that can be counted counts, and not everything that counts can be counted.”

– Albert Einstein (1879-1955)

There was a moment when I considered taking up the tenor sax just so I could play this one, and have it sound so powerful:

I Still Believe

Otherwise, my heart belongs to the bari.

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