Forgive the self-ego-massage, but there just aren't many feelings better than hearing the crowd cheer when you finish a number.
It makes it rather hard to drop out of the Ellendune Entertainers again, but then I just have to remember all the heart-ache associated with rehearsal and all the personnel niggles. That Belgian tune saved my sanity last weekend. It has only just now been supplanted by Mister Cellophane (from Chicago), which we'd made a bit of a production number out of.
What is it with me a playing trumpet live. Something always goes wrong. This time all was well and then my Harmon mute fell out of the end made a right old clang and denting itself in the process. All this in the two seconds break I had before a solo. I got lucky, I suppose. The plunger part of the mute fell out completely and the main body ended up in a position where I could just jam my trumpet down on it quickly before playing. Not quite the designed tone for the solo, but close enough. (They still cheered.)
tattercoats said she was impressed when two numbers later I sang Ill Wind as if nothing had happened. I must be relaxing more in my old age.