The thing about making art is, you never know how it will turn out. You dream it, scheme it, plan it, write it, practice till your fingers bleed, rehearse with your collaborators for months. You get to the venue early, schlep gear, set up, sound check, obsess over every detail while trying to keep the mood light, making jokes to keep everybody's spirits up. You do every damn thing possible to bring it off, but until you're standing onstage watching people walking in the door, watching the event unfold in the moment, you really don't know what it's going to be. That audience comes in out of the weather, they step out of their lives, and step into this alternate reality that you've created. But that reality doesn't exist until they experience it and react to it. No matter how well prepared you are, every performance is a step off into the unknown. You'd think that would be anathema to a control junkie like me, but I keep coming back for more.
Tonight was a very different kind of performance, something that I conceived and directed, my own creation. I had an idea and brought it off. Was it flawed? Absolutely. Like the CD we just recorded and released, deeply flawed. But, people had a really good time. They danced. They loved the tunes we wrote, those went over huge. I have three new collaborators and see some really interesting opportunities ahead.
The music feels authentic. It comes from the heart. It makes people smile and it makes them move. It really feels like a two way street. I don't want to preach at people, I seek synergy. When the energy that's coming back from the audience rises to meet the energy I put out, it creates something that's greater than the sum of it's parts. The first law of thermodynamics is, energy cannot be created or destroyed, but I know that's not true because I've seen it happen. When the conditions are just right and the music's hot, 1 + 1 can equal 3.
It's 2:00 a.m., my feet hurt, I can't sleep. Too much loose energy.
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