Stan

My family were living in Spain in the early Seventies, and we met Stan one summer... He got really well with my brother, Karl, and encouraged his interest in the sax - well, he taught him, gave him a sax, and generally was lovely.
Result: My brother plays bloody brilliant sax... ok, he sounds sometimes like Stan, but what the hell. You can list him as legend, innovator, whatever - he was also a good friend. Fiomel