Last night I was part of an orchestra. It was so much fun playing and having drums and trumpets and a choir behind us.
It covered up for all the parts I did not play well. And, besides, I was not carrying the bass part all by myself. There were 5 basses all together – four of them a whole lot better at it than I.
I struck up a conversation with the 11 year old young man standing beside me. He said something to the effect of, “I like your bass style when we are playing the jazz parts.” And I thought to myself, “Wow, I like your style when you are just playing anything.” How wonderful to be 11 and already so good.
I didn’t talk much to the other bass player. They were teenagers and – well maybe that says it all.
I guess I have a long standing acquaintance with the conductor. His wife and I sang together in our high school years. He came over and talked to me during one of the practice breaks. I had kind of lost track of Judy and so, although his name was so familiar and it triggered that feeling of “he knows me and I should be able to place him,” I could not be sure. Now I know and Judy and I will have to reconnect.