Tuesday, October 20, 2009
I'm Pretty Sure That's Not How You Play The Saxophone.
I'm the first person to admit that I have only the barest, most rudimentary understanding of music. Even though my dad was a professional drummer for many, many years, some things just manage to skip a generation.
And when it comes to the nitty-gritty of composition or performance, it's even worse. I'm a dilettante of the lowest order.
So it's somewhat telling that even I noticed something was clearly amiss when I happened upon this poster on the train platform.
Don't see what I mean? Have a closer look:
Sure, I may not have been in marching band in high school and I may not own season tickets to the New York Philharmonic Orchestra ... but I think I can tell the difference between playing an instrument and pleasuring it sexually.
I've never visited Rahway or its Arts District. So I don't know if sensuously fellating jazz instruments is the sort of thing people do on the street there.
But I do know this.
This Halloween, I'm trick-or-treating in Rahway.
Dressed as a saxophone.
Just in case.
Till next we meet ...