It was a good gig, and I did not embarrass myself too badly. My favorite pianist Ted Clifford was the host, Jack McCreary was there all night playing alto in his wonderful style, and there were a couple of young drummers and a guitarist who sat in. Christian Botto couldn't be there, unfortunately. No other bassists showed up, so I played the whole three hours, pretty much non-stop. But I did OK. I didn't raise any blisters like I thought I would. I dropped form on one song (forgot the last "A" section in an AABA tune), but recovered well enough to go on without making a trainwreck out of it. As always with Ted and Jack, there were some really great moments where it was all flowing and we hit some really unexpected cool stuff together.
I was pretty tired the next day, but I managed to arrange to show up at my day job a couple of hours late which really saved me. Now that I know I can still do it, I do plan to do more gigs in the future if I'm asked -- particularly with this group of exceptional musicians.
