When Stanley turned 13, everybody in his corner of The Bronx heard about it whether they wanted to or not. Why? His father gave him a saxophone. It was a battered, $35 hock-shop special, and Stanley honked away on it for eight hours a day until the tenement reverberated with angry cries. But whenever somebody shouted, "Shut that kid up!" his mother would shout back from the kitchen, "Play louder, Stanley! Play louder!"
Stan Getz is 38 now, and his audience has grown more appreciative, largely because he never quite learned...
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