Don't play the saxophone. Let it play you.
I kept thinking there's bound to be something else? I could hear it sometimes, but I couldn't play it.
Man, there's no boundary line to art!
You've got to learn your instrument. Then, you practice, practice, practice. And then, when you finally get up there on the bandstand, forget all that and just wail.
You've got to learn your instrument.
Bop is no love-child of jazz.