If you play saxophone, can you please help me? my saxophone has been sounding very spitty, and I’ve done everything to try and get it to stop. I’ve cleaned my mouthpiece and saxophone, I’ve changed reeds, and I had already gotten a new saxophone. It’s mostly on lower notes. does anyone know how to get rid of the spitty/airy sound?

If the idea of inhaling moisture is too much for you and you are able to take apart your sax, then pop off the neck and either knock it against your leg to jostle the moisture out or blow in the large hole under the base to force out condensation that has built up in the neck bend.

answer: the feeling it gives you when you look at it.

explanation:

in every single medium of art, you are supposed to feel something that makes it art. like how a song can make you cry, or how a photograph can make you nostalgic. art is very important for expressing yourself as well, when you are happy, sad, depressed, or angry.

horror and alarm

this is shown in the exserp then he beat at the door and called, but none responded, and for wrath he could have dashed the door down, but it was too stout, and he had no weapon; for his arms had been taken from him.when it was dark, suddenly it seemed to sir lancelot that the room smelled foul, as if he had been carried into the midst of the quaking marsh, and was sunk deep in the slime and weeds of a pool. then, through the arrow-slit, he saw many strange lights come, dim and blue like the wild lights that dance and flit over the lonely marshes by night; but that which made him   marvel was that these lights were two together, as if they were the eyes of evil things. and they came up to him with a breath that was cold and dank, and they seemed to peer into his face, but he could see naught of their bodies. the hair upon his head rose, and his skin went cold. they pressed all about him, and to defend himself he struck at the eyes, but his blows beat only the air. then suddenly sir lancelot felt sharp pains, as if small keen knives had been thrust into his flesh at many places. the stabs increased in number and in pain, and sir lancelot beat about himself and ran to and fro in the narrow chamber to escape   the evil eyes and the stabs, but it was in vain, and thus all night in much misery he suffered. when for sheer weariness he lay down and tried to close his eyes, the evil things would not let him, but ever they tore at him and stabbed him.