There’s a young man lives up the road that every night plays his saxophone. Silhouetted behind the curtain, the notes are pleasant enough. While admitting that jazz is not my scene, I’ve always admired the sax solos of the late, great Clarence Clemons of E-Street band fame. Having never met a sax player before, a chance meeting in the street got me acquainted with my neighbour. He told me playing the sax is his job.
“Kid, do you play in a band?” I asked.
“No.”
“Then what do you do?”
“I play the background saxophone music in sex films.”
This pricked my ears. He went on to describe the in’s and out’s of his employment that he loftily calls, sax scenes musical director.
Before finally recording the score in a studio he visit’s the set to watch the action. Seeing the performers up close and personal gives him an idea of what kind of ambient music to write that would best suit the play. Highly-strung like most sax players, he fumes when the film editor drowns out his work in the final version by accentuating the groans of the actors. Although, he enjoys giving some of the actresses a sax lesson after filming stops.
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Strewth, JW, that’s a new one for the book of tortured Jockinese.
“Visit” is a verb … “I visit, you visit, he visits …”
What on earth is that apostrophe intended to be? 🙄 😆 🙄
Could ye no’ have found a photo in English, TR?
Sorry Bearsy, it was quite an exciting post to write and grammar left the building.
Regardless, sole purpose of blog was to receive a huge back slap from you. Kudos should be given where kudos is deserved. Please note that the photo was uploaded from my media library.
See, sometimes I’s reads the rules.
Sheona, you don’t want to know the photos that didn’t make the cut.
It was fun researching this story. 🙂 smiley’s working again.
Gold Star, JW. 😀
Cold shower time for you, m’laddie!!
Very amusing, JW.
My daughter plays the saxophone, but isn’t allowed to practise at home. It’s quite a difficult instrument to play quietly, so she takes it out of the case, polishes it, sighs and dreams of a small cottage in the middle of nowhere.
Interesting Sax-4-Sex, hands up if you saw the video!
Sax on the job? This is some cool customer! What an encounter! What a post!
Oh I say, JW. Jolly well played.
I see that Bearsy caught your ‘visit’s’ but that you managed to steer ‘in’s and out’s’ past his slip cordon. Plural nouns for me in your usage and no need for any apostrophic input.
Just about passable for single letters as in ‘minding ones’ p’s and q’s but not essential even then, in my opinion.
They may, of course, do things differently in Strine.
Non-emoticoned smiley things for Bearsy and your good self. Just ‘doing a Mackie’, as Bearsy had it in a recent comment to Pseu. I really do like that expression. Main reason for my blogging most of the time.
Happy Hallowe’en, by the way. We’ve had a couple of Trick and Treat hit squads through but no guisers yet. I fear that East Caledonia (stern and wild) may have finally capitulated to the American way of Halloweening. Have you managed to keep the old faith over in Weegie Caledonia?
I still blame ‘ET’.
Hi JM.
I didn’t want to overload the poor guy, so I mentioned only the most glaring of the no-balls, confident that the tail end would sweep up the remainder. 😆
Come on guys, what’s an extra apostrophe or three between friends? OK, OK, no more sax for me, I’ll stick to tractors. (Plural)
I’m not long back from the local, John, and no I wasn’t wearing a Chewbaccca costume as you suggested a few years back. Considered dressing up as Ian Black but that’s just being a bogeyman too far. I’ve been told there has not been a solitary guiser at the door. What am I going to do with all this spare candy (deliberate Americanism, for the avoidance of doubt)?
You’re darn tootin’ an’ zootin’ about the loudness of saxophones, Ara. The volume created by this wall of wind makes the new Megadeth album sound as loud as Lulu.