It squawks and squeaks but then I get those clear chilling notes that are the throaty erotic sounds of a well played clarinet. That’s what’s in my head anyway. My sounds aren’t well played yet but I hear hints of that sound that I love. I see musicians playing a song I know and visualise playing that quick time on my clarinet. I know it’s a staid, pokey band instrument but not if you’ve seen some street corner jazz clarinet musicians make that thing come alive.