AFTER A FEW SETS and a few drinks

So the band was hot...And I mean hot. Must've been 1000 degrees in there tonight. Place was full and the crowd seemed into it. It was fuel for some good music making with my trio. I've suddenly transcended the tiny upright console box that struggles to spit out sweet notes while enduring intense punishment under my pounding fists in the steamy bar. I imagined myself at the helm of a Steinway B. Rich bass, round mids and smooth treble and downright bad ass. The drums were sparkling with great intensity. Almost too loud! But then a drop-down as the dynamics shift to mezzo piano. The music guides us. The bass plays on, complimenting this peculiar harmonic universe we've entered. Without it? a void, black and vast.

Take a break. Fill up with wine and ease the tension in my back caused by the horrendous posture I get myself into at the piano. Talk with great friends and feel moments of goodness in this fucked up life. Talk about art! YES YES YES! In the real universe discussing contributions that span centuries. "It's fucking amazing!" someone might say. "I don't care for the work" another might say. Anything great is allowed to be discussed in this forum.

Good and drunk. Band has consumed some tasty cheese. Good thing I've got the guys to go to battle with. Back on the bandstand. Piano starts it this time. I find something. I search for something, anything. Some clue as to where we'll go this last set for the night. The band wants an original. So we go there and pound out the tunes while everyone continues their good times. We make it through the set. Pack up and more drunkenness as the bar empties out. The bandstand is closed up for another week. Until we meet again...