At some point in my early-to-mids 20s, I came into possession of a saxophone.
I won’t detail the circumstances that led the instrument to me.
In fact, I should probably apologize to my friends and roommates and anyone else who suffered through that period, as I was never very good at playing the thing.
One of the tunes that I liked to noodle around on was “Congeniality” by Ornette Coleman.
I could only do the first few bars of the tune, as I never had anywhere near the chops I’d have needed to actually play the whole thing. Again, I was very bad at playing the saxophone.
Still, it seemed like an Important Thing to me, to learn to play, or at least to try.
Or, as Ornette said back in 1966:
“To be a man, whatever a man is…there’s something that’s very important about being a man, and it’s not necessarily your honesty or your philosophy, but it has more to do with you being able to get away with what you can do and someone else saying, ‘Well, that’s him.'”
(Mr Coleman was one of my ‘idols’, if such a term is even appropriate here, which it probably isn’t. An inspiration, an example, more like. R.I.P.)