I read one day the autobiography of Bill Bruford, one of the greatest drummer ever. I like him because he played in Yes and with King Crimson.
He talked about big concerts in America. He talked about this strange thing : when all is ready, when the team is ready and OK, when the group rested in the bus, when the food is good, the hotel great, the concert is a disaster.
Of course, as you can guess, when everything turns wrong : mistakes, bad or too hot weather, half of the group is sick or have fever, the concert can be a miracle.
Tonight I watched a BBC documentary about how is it to be a pianist, in classical music, and just heard an interview (in black and white) from Rubinstein, one of the greatest pianists of the XXth Century.
And I’m amazed : he said the exact same thing! He slept 10 hours, had a walk, is in a good mood, and finds no inspiration at all in the evening’s concert.
And he couldn’t sleep a single minute in the plane, is in a bad mood, argued with his wife on the phone and wants to cancel everything, and the concert is absolutely magic!
Well, it says something, but what?
Our need to be disturbed? About the paradox between we need rest and harmony, but it’s “boredoming”? What else?
Where do we find our fire?
What about this phrase : “C’est ce qui ne va pas qui va”.
This is what does not work that works
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