One of life's greatest pleasures is one of it's most fundamental yet, often, most elusive things; doing what you love to do, and doing a lot of it. To go home at the end of the evening knowing that you've played your heart out, made some people smile, applaud, and go back to their lives having been moved by the music you've played is truly gratifying. Knowing that you get to do it all over again the next day, well, that's when you feel like you're in a zone.
You've done all the practicing (or not), you've had the conversations with yourself about the knuckle-headed unmusical thing you did on the last gig and you're sure as hell not gonna do it again, and you've made sure that your instrument & equipment produces the pleasing musical sounds you hear in your head. Then…all that goes out the window. It's time to get to the task at hand; the act of making music. This is where the musician inside of you comes into play. The very essence of who you are as a musician and why you got the call to be there in the first place. It's simply time to do the work.
Tonight I had the privilege of doing the work with some tremendous musicians. I don't take it for granted because making music - making truly inspired, artistic, creative music - is a gift, not an entitlement.
Thank goodness I get to do it all over again tomorrow.
Until next time...
Your friendly neighborhood bassist,