It is one of the funniest moments in the beginning band. The newbie reed player slaps a reed on the mouthpiece, tightens the ligature with a “Vulcan Death Grip,” and then fires a stream of air through the poor saxophone like it is a tiny, tense latex balloon.
The resulting screech makes the hair stand on end. Within moments, the musician announces to the anticipating director, “I just cracked my reed.” [Read more…]