I used to have "flying dreams" when I was first getting into John Coltrane's music so long ago. I'd be wailing on the tenor sax while the guys in his "Classic Quartet" were providing the groove, sometimes glaring at me and sometimes nodding in approval. As long as I kept believing I could do it, I could, in the dream anyway. I fought off the urge to get a used tenor and stuck with the guitar.

I always thought the clarinet was Woody's axe, he and Marshall Brickman had a regular gig in a bar in Manhattan playing jazz.