There was a time when I could play the saxophone. Maybe I didn't have mad skillz, but I could carry a tune - especially if that tune was Dr. J. For President. It has been many years since those days, and whatever "chops" (cool music guy word) I once had are long gone. That said, I wonder what would happen if I dusted off the old Bundy II, set up in some public place, and coaxed out whatever sound I could. If I did, I would definitely need one of these fuzzy "I Love You" hearts to hang on my tip can because anyone listening would probably conclude otherwise.
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