I got to sit in with my bass teacher's fusion jazz trio tonight while he took a smoke break. We played a somewhat leisurely version of The Chicken. I broke my on-stage fretless cherry.
The drummer and the guitarist are both absolute monster talents. What a treat to play with a pair of guys who know what they're doing! My (very) occasional outings are usually with folks at or below my skill level (which is NOT all that high to begin with). It's pretty amazing the way real pros can make the low guy on the totem pole look good despite his occasional goofs.
The only sour point was that my wife took some video. I know "the camera adds 10 pounds", but holy hell do I have to lose some weight.
