I got a call from a one the more beastly governor’s school jazz band graduates who needed a bass player for a gig on thursday. The gig is nothing special for him, but a sudden fount of anxiety for me. I turned him down. I am so out of shape on the bass that the thought of playing a gig terrified me. Well, a Jazz gig with real Jazz musicians anyway.
An introspective blog/rant on the subject is not what will cure how I feel right now. I need to practice. But this event prompts me to say something I now know is truth: Don’t ever allow anything to come between you and what you love– not money, not work, not fear. I don’t think there is a bigger mistake that can be greater cause for regret.
well said. now go and practice.