Practice what matters. Make each concert better than the last. 10,000 hours, 1,000 true fans, 100 shows. Be a citizen of the world. Make friends everywhere. Strive for authenticity, sincerity, sustainability. Hustle relentlessly. Be a hard workin' dog. Maintain momentum. Stick to your guns: don't get a smart phone. Increase touring income by 50%. Advance every detail of every show. Twice. Release the new album, no matter what. Do what it takes. Stay hydrated, eat right and walk every day. Forget the other guy. Focus on margins, not market share. Learn, earn and return. Give back. Don't neglect the minutia: clean horn, clean house, car in good repair. See the best in people, but be careful. Somehow get health insurance.
It's that time of year! When I file away the holiday music, deposit my seasonal gig income, realize that I once again didn't make enough to buy Christmas presents, and decide to count my blessings anyway.
Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune, Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing, Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms, Strong and content I travel the open road. —From Song of the Open Road by Walt Whitman
Don't think. Just listen and react. Don't play licks and patterns. Create melodies. Let the horn sing, and play from the heart.
ACTUAL thoughts while improvising:
Here comes the turnaround...classic Brownie riff goes here...nope, this tempo's all wrong. Bop scale! Cleverly ironic Daft Punk quote! Ooh, that was hip. Nobody caught it, of course. Now C-sharp diminished up the...Fail! Awww. Nick Payton wouldn't have missed that high note. Third valve is sticky...uh...where does the bridge go again? No idea. Blues lick! What the hell is happening? I wish the bass player would play the damn roots. Sloan Sabbith. Sloan Sabbith. Sloan Sabbith. Two, five, wonder what's for lunch? Hey now, that was kinda awesome. Sloan Sabbith. Oops, lost the form.