The First Lesson
Ken decided that I needed sorting out. I was invited over to his house in Edenvale Road Mitcham. It was an end of terrace house with the downstairs rooms knocked through into one. It was packed with stuff. He sat in a high backed office chair at a desk covered in things that reflected his hobbies and interests. A radio ham set up, a morse code key, and bits of saxophone.
'Not a bad sound' said Ken, but a bit flat. I pushed the mouth piece on.
I blew an F. I was so nevous that my embrochure, sounded like a a man on a vibrator.
Ken took the sax off me and blew a run. ' Nothing wrong with the sax, it must be you.
Over the next 6 weeks he completely destroyed my sound and then built me up again.
Eventually he said. 'You'll do, it will come.
