Last night’s drive to San Francisco was a “trip” to say the least. Lots of accidents on Northbound 101, cut through neighborhoods to get to 280 only to be met with a row of red tail lights. But, the good news is I made it in 1.5 hours + a few seconds and …. lo and behold! A parking space right in front of the restaurant.
The first set was great. The second set ended in a train wreck. I’m not sure how … well, that not true. I’m not sure when …. well, actually I sensed the moment … I’m not sure where … well … actually, I know where I was. The end was a train wreck and I think I know how, where and when and why it happened.
The incident reminds me of something a friend and fellow musician said: “Don’t even pick up the instrument if you think you’ll not have a melt down on stage.”
Why it happens: Lack of listening to the space. The space will define where the beginning of the tune is. But, you’ve got to listen to an entire chorus + to be sure you know exactly where you are, or where the rest of us are. It’s a bit of advice I’ll pass on to the team.
Meanwhile, we did make some real pleasurable moments before the derailment. And, I got dinner + gas money + a couple of bucks for a pizza. Cheers!