Totally! Last summer I was wandering down a dusty alley in the old town, and out popped this saxophonist with a grin so wide it lit up the whole block. He started blowing into his instrument and, suddenly, the cobblestones started tapping, the shutters clapped, even the pigeons were bobbing their heads. People from cafés, construction sites, street vendors—everyone stopped, swayed, and the whole city turned into a living playlist. By the time he finished, the whole block was humming the same beat, and I swear the sunset painted itself to his solo. That vibe stuck with me; now every time I hear a sax I think of that spontaneous city jam.

That’s the vibe I love! Every sax riff is like a ticket to a place I’ve never been but feel like I’ve lived. Let’s keep those passport stamps coming—maybe I can drop a beat that takes us on a new musical adventure!