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My relationship with Kenny G began one-sided. As possibly the most popular modern saxophonist in the world, I really only listened to him while I was either riding in an elevator or hungover trying to calm my mind.
But then, one beautiful day, I discovered his Twitter feed. With a modest 46,000 followers, you wouldn’t expect so much fire to come from it day in and day out. But when the following tweet came across my timeline, nothing was the same.
Are. you. serious.
Kenny literally changed everything with a few simple keystrokes and one photo of himself riding a bike with no hands. But he doesn’t stop there.
I don’t know if it’s his wink emojis or his raw sax appeal, but I don’t even care. All I know is that I need Kenny G in my group text like he needs air to circularly breathe while he plays saxophone.
There’s something about that gorgeous mane of curly hair that screams raw sax appeal.
Kenny G fucks
Nah, Kenny G makes love
You right. My bad guys.
Don’t apologize. He can do both depending on mood. You weren’t wrong.
Dave. Tell Will to publish my submission. It’s finally cold in Texas, we’re all likely hungover, and it’s free content. Consider it an early gift from PGP to Rico.
What’s it called?
“I Fell In Love in the Elevator”. Title sucks but it’s in Will’s email under RicoRumRunner Submission. Sending to you too.
My laptop is fudged and don’t know your email so sent it via general PGP submission.
This skeeves me out.