The saxophone's metal slowly warms in your hands, as it takes in your breath. Which, being breath, gives a little moisture to the leather pads. Which swell just a little, sealing more as you play and the horn warms. The initial effort gives way to the decades of time spent in this place; you push in the mouthpiece a little -- altissimo was flat. You begin to work the horn, and your sense of music: what is familiar, what is known, what is new territory?
