Photo by Michelle Compton |
A Day in the Life
A Day In A Life
We step onto the stage and instantly I'm sweating from the blinding lights.
The weight of the horn around my neck will be unrelenting.
Maybe the warmth will loosen my back up; but that’s wishful thinking ... I know the pain will only get worse as the night progresses. "Funny," I think "to be worried about my back after I just spent 90 minutes spittin' and hackin' my gut's out just so I can breathe enough to even do this!" "Interesting, how my brain discounts all that stuff ...."
"1,2,3,4" ... the band comes to life.
I hear the familiar 'clicka-clicka BOOM click' from the drums accompanied by the steady pulse of the bass.
The piano kicks in with a percussive carpet of chords.
From my spot on stage I can't see them but I don't need to. Hearing them is all that matters.
What an absolute thrill it is!
Familiar and comfortable and yet still as exciting as my first gig.
This wonderful music.
It's my passion,
My best friend,
My identity,
My LIFE,
As well as my profession.
Through it I'm privileged to experience a slice of the incredible splendor that life offers us... the magnificent beauty that IS life.
"I'm the luckiest cat in the world" I think as I gather up my breath and start playing. And you know, I forgot all about that backache for a while....
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