Tuesday, July 24th, 2018 10:02 AM
What a difference a day makes! I know I've used that line in here before, but it's no less true. A much better night's sleep. In bed around midnight, up just before 9. Ready to take on the world- but not before I've had my coffee. Carpe diem can just have a seat and wait. Read a magazine or something...
Not much on the books for this week. A luncheon on Thursday, maybe something on Friday. There's a bass player in town who wants to do some playing, and we're working on a time that would work for both of us. No more gigs for the month though.
One word came to mind to describe Sunday's jam session: stratified. There was a definite feeling as to levels of accomplishment. Three of the players involved were on that top stratum, and the rest of us were on one lower echelon or another. Two of those three ringers were very pleasant to work with, but they were in and of their own world.
It's ultimately a good thing, since it shows you just where you're not. Still more work to be done.
There is a great tradeoff at work here as well. Had I spent my life exclusively as a musician, I'd probably have the facility I want on the guitar. Musical performances would be that much more fulfilling, having the necessary chops(and control)to pull off whatever was in my head. But I'd probably be struggling financially, and wouldn't have the health benefits to take care of the stuff that happens to almost all of us when we hit a certain age. This can have catastrophic results.
Having worked a dayjob for x number of years, I have a pension and health benefits. That stuff is all covered, although my Dental has to be paid upfront(and then eventually reimbursed). My house and automobile are paid for. On the domestic front, I'm well set up. But I don't have the chops I want on guitar. I have the knowledge but not the facility. So that's my tradeoff. No catastrophes, but a feeling of incompleteness.
Tough to have your cake and eat it too. Usually, something's gotta give.
But we forge ahead. I still practice, working on those guitar skills. Hopefully I'll make a better showing at next year's Jazz Hang. Maybe even be closer to that top echelon(or at least sit at the kids' table just outside it).
That's my news for this Tuesday. Thanks for reading, whoever-reads-this. Ich bin outa here. More later.