… although not many of us can swing, according to the review.
I wonder, too, if the way we look makes it appear that we can’t swing. I was looking at my colleagues during measures of rest and thought, “My, aren’t we a sober bunch?!” I’m not one that thinks we have to smile all the time, but, well, this was Gershwin and it was perky and fun or sultry and sexy so why not look like that’s the kind of stuff we were playing? I dunno. Maybe that’s just my problem?
In any case, the reviewer came on Sunday, when a little mishap occurred, and still he liked it. As did my mother and sister who attended that day. Mistakes happen. Music making can still happen even with those.
Music isn’t all about perfection. Our goal is to be flawless, of course, and it is a good thing, but I’d rather have a mistake and musicality than perfection and no heart.