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Friday, March 03, 2006

Quack quack

Quack. Quack. QUACKKK.

That's the only sound I'm getting from trying to make music with the alto sax. It seems like I have little affinity with it, sad to say. Dreams and aspirations to play like Joshua Redman are but a faint picture. Sigh.

*looks fierce*

No I shall not give up! Even it means quacking a bit more to get closer to making something more pleasant come out of the instrument.

If anyone is wondering who is my music teacher, she's none other than the busker playing at some street for a little extra cash: