saxophones in the street

Two days ago was an unusually sunny day. i went downstairs with sophia and had a walkie. we crossed the street to the small plaza, where in sunny days, the old guys dance . expecting to hear the metronome music that gets them going, we approached the square, only to hear a pack of ducks. it was in fact three old guys , teaching each other to play.the saxophone. none of them could.acheive precision with.their armature, and the high notes sounded like.dying cats. still, i cant.blame them, they decided at an old age to go for a dream.

my baby has never seen a saxophone before. i keep mine boxed, as it is too noisy to play in-house ... and i suck..

my.baby.stood by.the kenny-Gs and was mesmerised. shiny stuff, noisy stuff.

i could not tear her away.

but here it gets better.

later that.evening, i was selecting some music for her, and the album i had , had a picture of lester young. the prez jimself standing, smiling and holding his tenor.

my baby saw that and got excited. demanding."more, more" when the song was done. i went back to my playlist. sadly, my baby had no interest in john coltrane kr sydney bachet. i frantically searched for softer stuff, landing.the prize on Stan Getz. i am not that much of a fan, but she got interested with the girl from ipanima. of course, the fact that Getz's black and white may have sealed the deal more than anythung else..