[quote name='Dad3353' timestamp='1359595185' post='1957424']
My parents were from the 40's, and met through war efforts and all. At the time, the latest rage was fur, in the form of mink coats, stoles, fox and such. We became a family of 10, and a large dog so, despite my Dad carving himself a fine career as an aircraft fitter, we were never what one would consider to be 'rich'. The family grew, of course, and grew up, and left the nest, until the old folks were on their own. Retirement came, and my old Dad decided, in his wisdom, to treat my Mum to something he knew she had always dreamed of: a fur coat.
I don't know the details (mink, rabbit, whatever...), but it surely was a real coat such as would have graced any silver screen post-war. My Mum was somewhat lost in it (she was never a tall lady; rather slight build...). She was, of course, delighted.
...
...but it's not the same, having something, or having something to dream about.
She now had the coat (and not any old coat, but a splendid fur coat...); however, she no longer had the dream.
My Dad admitted as much, some years later, that if it was to be done again, he'd not do it. It was, all things considered, better kept as a dream.[/quote]
That's deep, Pops.
For me, I would love the freedom of playing a soprano saxophone like one of the greats (Shorter, Branford Marsalis, Dave Liebman, Chris Potter etc etc). When I hear these guys weaving seamless lines all over their horn and all over the changes, I find the bass clumsy and lacking in finesse. I do like what I do but, sometimes, I wish I could fly like a Bird (I do own a soprano saxophone but, like many of us, the competing priorities deny me the opportuinty to really get into it like I should).