I played a fantastic gig with New Roots Duo the other night. It was one of those nights that musicians live for. Dan and I were totally locked; in tune with every move, every note, every nuance of the music. You can’t predict nights like these, they just happen. We would begin a piece in it’s usual, tightly arranged form, start to improvise, and then it took on a life of it’s own. Without looking, without any signals whatsoever, without even thinking, we moved the music to any direction we wanted. The notes and texture were malleable based only on our collective intuition. At times we would move to dangerous places, seemingly lost, but somehow always land in the right spot. Call it musical telepathy, call it musical mysticism, call it musical transcendence, call it what you will. Whatever it is, I’ll take more. I need more. These are the moments a musician lives for.
"A sentence should contain no unnecessary words, a paragraph no
unnecessary sentences, for the same reason that a drawing should have no
unnecessary lines and a machine no unnecessary parts." - William Strunk
"...and music should contain no unnecessary notes." - Me, and that guy in Amadeus