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100 graded alto saxophone solos
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ANGELS|ANGIE / Rolling Stones|BABY ONE MORE TIME / Spears Britney|BEAUTIFUL|BEAUTIFUL STRANGER|THE BEST|BIG SPENDER|BORN FREE|BORN TO TRY|Bridge over troubled water / Simon + Garfunkel|Brown eyed girl / Morrison Van|CAN YOU FEEL THE LOVE TONIGHT / John Elton|CAN'T GET YOU OUT OF MY HEAD / Minogue Kylie|CAN'T HELP FALLING IN LOVE / Presley Elvis|CLOCKS / Coldplay|Crazy|CRY ME A RIVER|Don't cry for me Argentina|DON'T GET AROUND MUCH ANYMORE|DON'T KNOW WHY|DON'T LOOK BACK IN ANGER / Oasis|THE ENTERTAINER / Joplin Scott|Everything I do (I do it for you) / Adams Bryan|FAIRYTALE OF NEW YORK / Pogues|FEELING GOOD|FEVER|FIELDS OF GOLD / Sting|FIX YOU / Coldplay|FLY ME TO THE MOON|GIRL YOU'LL BE A WOMAN SOON / Diamond Neil|THE GODFATHER LOVE THEME|GOLD|GOLDEN TOUCH / Razorlight|GOLDFINGER / Bassey Shirley|GRAVITY|HALLELUJAH|HEAVEN|HERO|Hey Jude / Beatles|I GET THE SWEETEST FEELING|I GOT YOU (I FEEL GOOD) / Brown James|I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU / Houston Whitney|IMAGINE / Lennon John|IRONIC|IS IT ANY WONDER|ISRAELITES|It's not unusual|JUST THE WAY I'M FEELING / Feeder|KNOCKIN' ON HEAVEN'S DOOR|THE LADY IN RED|LEAVE RIGHT NOW|LET IT BE / Beatles|LIKE A VIRGIN / Madonna|LIVIN' ON A PRAYER / Bon Jovi|LOVER MAN|LOVIN' YOU|MAD WORLD|MEMORY|MISSING|MISSION IMPOSSIBLE|THE MODEL|MOON RIVER|MRS ROBINSON / Simon + Garfunkel|NOTHING IN MY WAY|OH YEAH|ONE|ORANGE COLORED SKY|OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD / Tunstall Kt|PENNY LANE / Beatles|PERFECT|The power of love|PUT YOUR RECORDS ON / Bailey Rae Corinne|RUN|SAIL AWAY|SHE MOVES IN HER OWN WAY|She's not there / Santana|SHE'S THE ONE|SITTIN' ON THE DOCK OF THE BAY / Redding Otis|SOMEBODY TOLD ME|SON OF A PREACHER MAN / Springfield Dusty|Stand by me|STRANGERS IN THE NIGHT|Sweet Caroline|'TAIN'T WHAT YOU DO|TAINTED LOVE / Soft Cell|Take Me To The River|TEARS IN HEAVEN / Clapton Eric|THE SONG FROM MOULIN ROUGE (WHERE IS YOUR HEART)|TRUE FAITH|UNCHAINED MELODY / Righteous Brothers|VIDEO KILLED THE RADIO STAR|WATERLOO / Abba|THE WAY YOU LOOK TONIGHT|What a wonderful world / Armstrong Louis|WONDERWALL / Oasis|YELLOW / Coldplay|YESTERDAY / Beatles|YOUR SONG / John Elton|You're beautiful / Blunt James|YOU'RE THE ONE THAT I WANT / Travolta John + Newton John Olivia

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Stand: 26.01.2020
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Winter Awakening: Black Hills Wolves, Book 62 ,...
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Sara Philips has come home after almost 12 years. Married to a man she planned on claiming as her own and telling about the babies she carried, she never got the chance. Now the widowed mother of rambunctious 10-year-old twin boys, she has learned what true happiness is along with the gut-wrenching pain of loss. Ero and Luc Mathews, the dark and light twins, are waiting for the one. For the last year, women have come and gone from their life without that spark of recognition. When Sara steps into Los Lobos Café looking for a job, the punch to Ero’s gut shocks him to his core. But he worries the connection won’t be there for his brother.Love and Luc aren’t synonymous with each other. Where his brother is ever the optimist, he’s more inclined to sit back and let everything play out. However, when he sees Sara in the convenience store, he can’t stop thinking about her. There’s something hidden within those amber colored eyes of hers.With the Solstice upon them, Gee enlists their help in a little scavenger hunt of sorts. They have 10 days to find their item and present it to him on the night of the festivities. Having to work together keeps them in close quarters and ignites a passion Sarah hasn’t felt since before her husband died. But with two children and a nosy mother always asking questions, she doesn’t have time to consummate their budding mating. However, on the night of the solstice, both men will have what is rightfully theirs. The only question is, can her heart stand another chance at love? 1. Language: English. Narrator: Lynn Cristee. Audio sample: http://samples.audible.de/bk/acx0/122167/bk_acx0_122167_sample.mp3. Digital audiobook in aax.

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A Time Of Music, A Time Of Magic
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Danny McCullers was one of the people who made the music just when the Big Bands were going out of style. He loved the life that set him and his fellow musicians a bit apart from the rest of the world. His world was on the bandstand with the colored lights going around, the horns hitting it together, the laughing women dressed in beautiful clothes. It was hotel rooms and all-night cafes and long automobile rides over deserted highways, and, always, there had to be the whisky. But at only thirty-one, his world was deteriorating fast, in a haze of alcohol. At the end of summer, in a small beach town where the band was playing a one-night stand, Danny came to realize that his life might be different-that he still might make it different. He had only to make a choice. 2004 Re-issue Edition

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CHAPTER 1DONOVAN My name is Donovan Cloud, and today is the day I commit the perfect murder. Now a lot of debate can be made about what qualifies a murder as perfect but here are my criteria: one, there must be no evidence that you committed the murder and no one must suspect you; and second and most importantly, there must be something ironic or wonderfully witty about the circumstances of the murder. Even the most devout moralist must crack at least a minimal smile when they hear about it. I drove my parent's car down Red Cherry Lane. It was a rather non-descript neighborhood, full of middle class houses nestled in a little pocket of Florida suburbia. I parked along the side of the road in between the driveways of two houses. I was a good eight or nine houses away from Chris Rohr's house. If anybody happened to look out a window I didn't want them to see my blue KIA Rio in Chris' driveway. They're less likely to notice me if I simply walk into and then later out of his house than if I spent a minute getting into and starting my car. And of course, however long it took me to do what I came to do is how long my car would be sitting in the driveway for all to see. I exited my car, making sure I brought the wrapped gift box, and started walking on the sidewalk towards Chris' house. I was wearing a long sleeve button shirt and dark baggy pants. A little heavy for March in Florida but it was perfect attire for the perfect murder. I was looking at all the upper middle class houses as I walked down the sidewalk, holding Chris' present. Most of them were two-story, single family homes. This included Chris's which I had only been to once before. On New Year's he had thrown a party to which half the senior class showed up for, including me. I really had nothing better to do. Besides I like to study how the masses spend their lives and interact with each other. It was fortuitous that I did. I loosely formed my plan that night alone in my room. Now I'm going to put it into effect. I can't wait! I was glad that I had parked so far away 'cause I needed time to stop giggling and put on my serious face. I had bought a ticket to, and been seated for, a movie about half an hour ago. It was some unfunny Adam Sandler piece of crap. I snuck out of the theater's exit ten minutes after the lights went dark. I would keep a hold of the ticket stub. It was an imperfect alibi, in fact it would not stand up in the least if they had some kind of concrete evidence against me but it would work to create doubt if anybody suspected me. I reached his driveway and started walking towards the front door of the house. His house was a cream colored, two-story single family home, with a garage and driveway. His lawn was full and green, like every other lawn on the block. I looked at his car in the driveway, a dark blue sports car of some kind, probably given to him as a gift for making his parents proud by winning the state championship last year. That and not flunking. I finally got to his front door and rang the doorbell. I glanced at my watch with the hand not holding his gift. 2:35 P.M. After a minute the door opened and Chris Rohr stood there wearing jeans and a white T-shirt. He was a little taller than me and a lot more athletic. He was on the basketball team and very popular, dating Chelsea Vain, one of the hottest girls in school. I wasn't jealous however; the guy was living a relentlessly mediocre life, barely aware of being awake. Being as thoughtful and intelligent as me would be beyond his comprehension. He looked at me curiously. &quote;Donovan, what are you doing here?&quote; he asked. &quote;I'm here for your birthday party. I brought you a present.&quote; &quote;Oh, you know it's not for another 4 hours right?&quote; he asked. &quote;Oh, it isn't?&quote; &quote;No, why don't you come back around seven,&quote; he said. &quote;Okay. Can I use your bathroom real quick though? I got to go bad.&quote; &quote;Yeah, sure, come on in,&quote; he offered. I stepped into his house and found myself in the middle of his living room. There were two sofas, a recliner and a flat table in the middle. No TV, but there was a nice stereo system. Obviously this area was designed more for gathering in

Anbieter: Orell Fuessli CH
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A Time Of Music, A Time Of Magic
13,99 € *
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Danny McCullers was one of the people who made the music just when the Big Bands were going out of style. He loved the life that set him and his fellow musicians a bit apart from the rest of the world. His world was on the bandstand with the colored lights going around, the horns hitting it together, the laughing women dressed in beautiful clothes. It was hotel rooms and all-night cafes and long automobile rides over deserted highways, and, always, there had to be the whisky. But at only thirty-one, his world was deteriorating fast, in a haze of alcohol. At the end of summer, in a small beach town where the band was playing a one-night stand, Danny came to realize that his life might be different-that he still might make it different. He had only to make a choice. 2004 Re-issue Edition

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CHAPTER 1DONOVAN My name is Donovan Cloud, and today is the day I commit the perfect murder. Now a lot of debate can be made about what qualifies a murder as perfect but here are my criteria: one, there must be no evidence that you committed the murder and no one must suspect you; and second and most importantly, there must be something ironic or wonderfully witty about the circumstances of the murder. Even the most devout moralist must crack at least a minimal smile when they hear about it. I drove my parent's car down Red Cherry Lane. It was a rather non-descript neighborhood, full of middle class houses nestled in a little pocket of Florida suburbia. I parked along the side of the road in between the driveways of two houses. I was a good eight or nine houses away from Chris Rohr's house. If anybody happened to look out a window I didn't want them to see my blue KIA Rio in Chris' driveway. They're less likely to notice me if I simply walk into and then later out of his house than if I spent a minute getting into and starting my car. And of course, however long it took me to do what I came to do is how long my car would be sitting in the driveway for all to see. I exited my car, making sure I brought the wrapped gift box, and started walking on the sidewalk towards Chris' house. I was wearing a long sleeve button shirt and dark baggy pants. A little heavy for March in Florida but it was perfect attire for the perfect murder. I was looking at all the upper middle class houses as I walked down the sidewalk, holding Chris' present. Most of them were two-story, single family homes. This included Chris's which I had only been to once before. On New Year's he had thrown a party to which half the senior class showed up for, including me. I really had nothing better to do. Besides I like to study how the masses spend their lives and interact with each other. It was fortuitous that I did. I loosely formed my plan that night alone in my room. Now I'm going to put it into effect. I can't wait! I was glad that I had parked so far away 'cause I needed time to stop giggling and put on my serious face. I had bought a ticket to, and been seated for, a movie about half an hour ago. It was some unfunny Adam Sandler piece of crap. I snuck out of the theater's exit ten minutes after the lights went dark. I would keep a hold of the ticket stub. It was an imperfect alibi, in fact it would not stand up in the least if they had some kind of concrete evidence against me but it would work to create doubt if anybody suspected me. I reached his driveway and started walking towards the front door of the house. His house was a cream colored, two-story single family home, with a garage and driveway. His lawn was full and green, like every other lawn on the block. I looked at his car in the driveway, a dark blue sports car of some kind, probably given to him as a gift for making his parents proud by winning the state championship last year. That and not flunking. I finally got to his front door and rang the doorbell. I glanced at my watch with the hand not holding his gift. 2:35 P.M. After a minute the door opened and Chris Rohr stood there wearing jeans and a white T-shirt. He was a little taller than me and a lot more athletic. He was on the basketball team and very popular, dating Chelsea Vain, one of the hottest girls in school. I wasn't jealous however; the guy was living a relentlessly mediocre life, barely aware of being awake. Being as thoughtful and intelligent as me would be beyond his comprehension. He looked at me curiously. &quote;Donovan, what are you doing here?&quote; he asked. &quote;I'm here for your birthday party. I brought you a present.&quote; &quote;Oh, you know it's not for another 4 hours right?&quote; he asked. &quote;Oh, it isn't?&quote; &quote;No, why don't you come back around seven,&quote; he said. &quote;Okay. Can I use your bathroom real quick though? I got to go bad.&quote; &quote;Yeah, sure, come on in,&quote; he offered. I stepped into his house and found myself in the middle of his living room. There were two sofas, a recliner and a flat table in the middle. No TV, but there was a nice stereo system. Obviously this area was designed more for gathering in

Anbieter: Thalia AT
Stand: 26.01.2020
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