"The saxophone does not speak that language. The saxophone speaks the language of the underground, the jaded melancholy of the half-light— grimy and sexy and sweaty and hard. It is the language of orphans and bastards and whores."
"The saxophone does not speak that language. The saxophone speaks the language of the underground, the jaded melancholy of the half-light— grimy and sexy and sweaty and hard. It is the language of orphans and bastards and whores."