Because they have sax appeal 🎷
It’s because of the Al Gore Rhythm.
I want to know if I'm living next to a registered sax offender.
A rooting tooting shooting cowboy.
but there is nothing sounds more horny than brass
The press made quite a big deal out of his sax change.
They couldn't afford a tenor.
Today in my classical saxophone class one of the upperclassmen wanted to plan a get together for all of the saxophone majors.
Him: What do your evenings look like?
More than 30 disapproving college students: Groan
There's too much sax and violins
Edit: Thank you so much for the gold and silver
They really saxophoned it in.
One man pulled an old guitar off the wall that hadn’t been tuned in years and gave it to the octopus.
The octopus took the guitar, tuned it right up and began play.
There was no doubt that the octopus was an excellent guitar player.
The man paid his handler $50 and sat down.
Another man brought a saxophone to the octopus.
The octopus took it and stared for a bit.
After a minute or two the octopus began playing a deep and soulful jazz solo.
This man paid his $50 and sat down.
The bartender went into the back and brought out a set of bag pipes.
The bartender said, “I’ll bet $100 that the octopus can’t play these bagpipes.”
The man agreed and handed them to the octopus.
The octopus sat there eyeing the bagpipes up and down for quite awhile.
The handler began to get nervous so he said to the octopus, “Hurry up and start playing the thing”
The octopus spewed, “Play it?! I wanna marry her!"
Told me all about his friend's girlfriend who was playing saxophone.
^You ^know ^what's ^coming.
I asked if she was a saxy lady.
My band had a performance yesterday. We have three saxophone players. One of plays only Alto saxophone, one of them alternates between playing Alto, Tenor and Baritone saxophone and the last plays both Tenor and Baritone saxophone.
The second two kept swapping each other's instruments or one of the other saxophones they had in the background. So at one point we had to wait for them to change while the rest of us were all ready to start playing the next song.
So, trying to make it less awkward for the audience I turn to them and I says 'I'm sorry, they're just playing ... Musical Instruments'
I'm still giggling about it.
My father was quite the musician.
His favorite instrument was the saxophone.
Growing up, I’d hear him practice on it every night after work for hours upon hours.
One night, I heard an awful SCREECH and my Dad howled in pain.
"Dad, are you alright?!?"
"Don’t worry, son, it’s just a saxident."