En wannabe musikers sanne historie....
"the first piece I played on the sax. it was the 2000s, Miles was still alive. I was a young saxophonist, I lived in a hole near the train stop.
1 bed, 1 window. I needed to play this, to try to work on a "sad" mood and on the long and melancholy notes, which were in fashion at that time in jazz,
there was a lot of depression. I played, I played, I improvised on the score. Never got better, I was still a saxophonist's shit master,
and my neighbors is not happy when I sat at the window to play my SAX. They appreciated me ONLY when the train passed,
then they would come back to shout like "ei you,! Yes you! Fuck you !!" , "we gotta sleep, bitch!" or "and asshole we are not in a film noir!
I really make you black !!" . FUCK YOU!!!! so rude pal! I have listened to him, I found a job and I changed my life.
Every now and then I still play saxophone I still need to be improved because the neighbors don't say anything anymore.
This is my story, now I have to go to work, I'm a cop
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