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I had a dream the other night, Tuesday I think, where I’d been invited to play with some significant folks and my bass playing was woeful.

People, audience members, friends, would come up to me and talk briefly, with circumspection, with sadness in their eyes. And I continued to play blithely ignorant to how poor every aspect of my performance was. I was not invited back.

Seldom does my unconscious manifest so strongly.

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