A couple decades ago there came out of nowhere it seemed the melodic notes from a hornplayer known as Kenny G. His songs were wistful, faithful, and absolutely lovely.
It may not have been buffet clarinet at wwbw or Louis Armstrong's sound at all. But, it was beautiful, and took you to a place where heaven just might be.
I loved his songs, his style, and the fact that no words were needed. Horn players are not like any other performers. They make you feel with the very air that they breathe. It is an honor to be able to sit and to these geniuses on horns. I got lucky. Kenny G came during my lifetime. And, like Whitney Houston, Michael Jackson, and good ole Elvis- they made my life memorable if only for a little while.