There is an “out there” kind of place that I truly love. No GPS will help you find it. I know it’s there ‘cause I’ve been there myself. In fact, I was there last week when we were doing one of our jam sessions. My bandmates were pulling towards a heavy rock thing, but I wasn’t feeling it who knows why. Maybe it’s because I had a cold or something.
So, I decided to pull back and listen. Then, suddenly, out of nowhere, an idea I had never played before came and I just went with it. The idea started taking a life of its own. That was it. I was in what I like to call the “danger zone” + that place where anything can happen because you’re truly improvising.
I felt the need to look at David (bass player) and ask him to please stop playing. The idea kept growing. It literally felt like my fingers were moving on their own. All I had to do was let go and I did. The sound of excitement coming from the crowd was what brought me back to reality. I opened my eyes and had to look around for a minute to realize where I was.
I didn’t plan for this to happen. And even if I wanted to, I couldn’t go to my beloved “danger zone” on purpose. Who knows when I will go there next? What I do know is that all it takes to get there is trusting and letting go.