But here is the thing. This guy (Dayes) was grinning from ear to ear from the very moment he walked up on to the stage. The music started and he was gone, he was in a ‘jazz trance’ (to quote Howard Moon, the best jazz trumpeter in Yorkshire). And when he spoke to the audience, which he did frequently between numbers, he came across as a young guy who was completely overjoyed with what he was doing and where he was doing it. He exuded a complete sense of joy and fulfilment at being able to play his music to a live audience in one of the world’s great jazz venues in one of the world’s great jazz cities. Mid-way through the concert the saxophonist took a break and left the other band members on stage playing. Part-way through his break a loud droning noise started from the upper floor area — as though the air conditioning system was about to over-heat and explode. The audience were clearly distracted and kept looking to the back of the venue and toward the ceiling. The piece of music finished, Mr Dayes pulled his microphone close, smiled to the audience and said ‘it’s all good we’ll just keep playing’. The noise droned on, the audience cheered and clapped and the band launched into the next number. To me this was pure passion, completely absorbed in what they were doing and immune to any distractions. They just wanted to keep playing.
After their encore they decided to play another number to make up for the one that had been distrupted by the mysterious noise. There was a brief explanation to the audience and an apology for the disturbance afterwhich Mr Dayes had said something to the effect of we don’t know what happened but it’s only fair we play a bit more, the saxophonist stepped forward and said ‘actually it was me, I went up there (pointing to the upper level) for a look around and pressed some buttons on the wall and the noise started’. They laughed, everybody laughed and they launched into the next track. Here was passion at its most potent and their honesty and openness was disarming and frankly, charming. As I saw it, a group of young musicians on stage, doing what they do best and enjoying it so much they could let all their barriers down and play through disturbance and discomfort and be completely honest about their mistakes because they knew the passion for what they had would win through in the end. And it did just that.
Sometimes when we are in front of an audience, when people are listening to us, things go wrong, something unplanned happens, technology lets us down, we get a very difficult question, we forget what we had planned to say et cetera. If you have that passion you can ride the unexpected, it is just a glitch and it’s not going to get in the way of you getting your message across. You can laugh, smile, shrug, deal with it and just keep going until it’s time to stop. Passion, you can’t fake it. If you don’t have any— find some, or stay at home.
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