More apocalypse, less angst
It’s not the greatest photo, but it captures a really nice set that Brian and I played last night at the open mic. On rare occasions when I play, I tune into the breathing of the music – letting the phrasing unfold organically as though the song is a living being, tuning into the natural shape and timing emerging from another player or the song itself. Last night was like that – my part improvised and deeply in sync with some other power that governs the acoustic world. Sometimes the magic shows up even though the night is routine. If we don’t play, it never arrives.