The saxophone is the cocaine of the woodwind family, the sax teacher continues. Saxophonists are admired because they are dangerous, because they have explored a darker, more sinister side of themselves.

Eleanor Catton
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The saxophone is the cocaine of the woodwind family, the sax teacher continues. In order to get a good sound from a saxophone, you have to have a good player. I have been around many good musicians and great players and I have to say that many of them are indeed talented. However, they all have a different approach to playing that makes them unique and distinguishable from other musicians. They all have their own unique sound, and when you hear one you immediately know who it is.

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