[Crowbob]

So I just viewed the full version of that 1988 Polygram live video of We Won't Get Fooled Again and it definitely did bring back those younger days of awesome exuberance.

But something else was triggered which athletes, musicians and other performers can possibly relate to. Back in the day one weekend afternoon the little smooth jazz combo I used to jam with (trumpet/sax, bass guitar, rhythm guitar and myself mucking the whole thing up on the drum kit) sort of spontaneously 'went for it' so to speak on a standard tune we all liked. We pushed the tempo, traded fours, and otherwise improvised way beyond what any of us thought ourselves capable of.

We pushed each other and we pulled each other on that one song. We'd been playing together for a few months at the time and it just seemed to all of a sudden click. Completely unself-conscious, rolling with each other, 'grooving with it', as we were want in those days to say. After forever, and completely fatigued, we finally wound it down dissolving it with a fragmented finale.

Then we laughed. The four of us, by ourselves, packed into somebody's living room. We laughed. We high-fived.

In my life, inspired moments like that have indeed been rare.