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A special night

This hit me right in the feels... my dad was probably the best sax player in the area I grew up in during the 70's and 80's. As a wee lad of 7 years old I got to see him play a few shows, which led me to pick it up and start my lifelong relationship with music. We lost him 4 years ago, I'll never forget those shows. Thanks for sharing.
 
Sounds like a wonderful event! I can relate about the saxophone - one of the true regrets of my early life was giving up a gifted saxophone from my grandfather. I was about 11 yrs old and just starting in music, my grandfather gave me a silver saxophone that had belonged to one of his uncles. I can still picture it to this day - every inch of it was beautifully engraved. This was 50+ yrs ago, and I'm sure that it was already quite old then. Gave up sax a few yrs later and what happened to the horn is lost in time. Both my parents are gone, and I have no recollection. As a 12 or 13 yr old moving to bass, who cared about an old saxophone? You are so lucky to still have such a special instrument in your possession.
I think you just described this horn. I will post some pics tonight. It's an absolute beauty. Not the super desirable Selmer or anything like that, but priceless to me, and it'll never leave my possession (till you know when)
 
This hit me right in the feels... my dad was probably the best sax player in the area I grew up in during the 70's and 80's. As a wee lad of 7 years old I got to see him play a few shows, which led me to pick it up and start my lifelong relationship with music. We lost him 4 years ago, I'll never forget those shows. Thanks for sharing.
Love it. You'll have those great memories forever. Music runs all thru our family too and I feel blessed.
 
Here is a photo from the end of the gig, grainy but it shows my buddy with my sax. 1927 Buescher alto.
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Just played one of the most enjoyable and memorable gigs of my life tonight.
It was the annual "Hunger Jam", held at Sons of Kent, a great local brewpub. It was 3 bands playing to raise funds for the local homeless and hungry, and my group played last.
This is a 5 piece group, fairly new and we play classic rock covers. My youngest brother is the drummer, just home from 25 years in the music industry in London England. We play fun stuff indeed, tunes that we don't hear anyone else in the area doing.
Anyway, it was special tonight because we had a guest sitting in. The best sax player in the area and probably farther than that.
Tonight, he played my treasured alto sax that my grandpa gave me over 40 years ago. It probably hasn't been played in over 60 years all told. I just had it restored (mechanically, not cosmetically- it has the most lovely patina) and tonight it was the first time it's made its beatiful buttery music in over half a century. The best part, my mom and dad made the effort to come and battle the huge crowd (over capacity!) and hear that instrument play. It was my mom's father's sax. He bought it new in 1927. I still have the original price tag...
There were a few tears flowing!
Sorry for the sappy post but my heart's bursting.
sometimes life gives us a bonus