I had a rough week. Although I always wear a mask in airports, and especially on the plane, something penetrated the shield and infected me with something while I was traveling to the U.S. from Lisbon. One has to eat and drink during a 20 hour trip, so it must have been such a moment of vulnerability when I was attacked by unseen elements. I am not sure whether it was covid, a monster cold, or a flu, but it wasn’t fun. At least I had an excuse to relax and not to do much work.
As I flew to Phoenix, on Thursday, I wondered whether I was ready to travel at all. As the day progressed I felt a little better than expected. Stephen, the engineer, met me at the airport, in a rental mini van, and we drove to Sedona. I wore a mask the whole time, for his protection. I didn’t think I was infectious anymore but caution is often best.
At yesterday’s first performance of this tour we all had to rely on our body memory of the music. I thought the show went very well. The music seemed to play itself. There is a wonderful beauty to the improvised solos when a song hasn’t been performed in several weeks. I don’t really like the word soloing anyway and would prefer melody-ing, if that was a word. Well, it is now. Didn’t Joe Zawinul once say, about Weather Report: We always solo and we never solo.
Glad you are feeling better and performance went well.
I still remember your performance – many years ago.
yes, your music had this quality…, “The music seemed to play itself”.
Such a beautiful flow.