Unless you know me irl, I'm pretty sure that you're unaware that I can play the saxophone. Sure, I'm pretty bad at playing the saxophone, but I do and it's fun and I has some stories so yeaaaaaaaaaah...
Anyhoo, I'm going to start off with talking about practicing, because I never do it. Sure, some weeks I might LOOK at my saxophone, sitting in the corner of my room all on its lonesome, and think 'Anna, you really SHOULD practice this week, it will be a good thing.' But I never get to the actual PRACTICING stage. 'Why is this?' I hear myself asking so I have more things to talk about. This is because my room not only is the home of my saxophone, but also the home of my computer and you can bet that whilst my computer is on then my productiveness will be reduced to non-existent. ESPECIALLY if Tumblr is open.
Story-thingymajig numero deux: I play the tenor sax, which is the quite large one with the twisty neck that looks all nice. Not the most popular but not unheard of either. When I went to see the person who is now my saxophone teacher for the first time with my significantly shorter friend, he looked at me and immediately said: "You're tall, you'd be good for the tenor." Yes, with saxophones, your height will probably affect which one you start off with if you have a teacher like mine (and I really hope you do, he's really nice). This would have been fine with me IF, and only if, the alto sax, which is what most people play and what my friend was given for her lessons those few weeks later when we FINALLY had lessons, wasn't SO much lighter than the tenor. My saxophone is SO heavy, it's ridiculous! Then someone asks me to hold their alto sax and for an unknown amount of time, I WILL dislike them muchly.
Thing I want to talk about No. 3: Talented musicans annoy me. Don't get me wrong, I respect them so much and I may actually fall in like with them whilst they're playing and it's just asfghjkl!!!!! I get seriously fangirly, but this isn't the reason they annoy me(even though my intense fangirling can be deemed socially innapropriate). Oooooooh no. Bear in mind I am taking GCSE Music and therefore am constantly surrounded by people so talented at musical things that it hurts, and people are there in the least braggy way possible (for some of them anyway) talking about their Grade 7 pieces or the theory test they've just taken or how they've recently performed in this concerty thing and I just sit there in the background either 1. Weeping over how pathetic I feel 2. Disliking them muchly because I'm jealous of their talents or 3. Wishing they don't ask me to join their conversation so I don't look like a dumbass and embaress myself.
So there we have it, some stories/anecdotes/whatever the hell these are about me and ma saxamaphone (I HAD to call it that at some point).
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
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