I was chatting with a legend.
Living history.
If I'm lucky, I'll have another one or
two more
opportunities like this i
n my entire life.
Many evenings back in the late 1970's found
the two of us chatting in t
he
back room
at
Preservation Hall, in
New Orleans.
Me and Kid Thomas Valentine.
We talked about making a living as a musician
and
about managing a band.
I recall one night when his Algiers Stompers
were
playing at the
Hall.
After their first set, the band took
a
break.
I joined them in that back room, sipping on
my
styrofoam cup of coffee. Kid Thomas was
enjoying a sandwich he brought from home.
Short, slim, and already in his eighties,
Thomas still played his hot, bluesy, percussive
trumpet just like he did in his twenties.
This was the style young Louis Armstrong learned,
before he popularized a more colorful style of
playing that focused on bold harmonies and
his rapid-fire solo technique.
Armstrong's newer style swept the jazz world,
but Thomas clung to the old way he played so well.
It's the way of the world, you know: Everywhere
you look, fads become
trends, which become
standards that spawn new fads.
Change is everywhere. How many of us do work
today that didn't even exist a generation ago?
I knew this: Thomas was one of the earliest jazz
pioneers in New Orleans. And his old, rough style
still thrilled fans worldwide, me included.
Thomas was
one of the last men to play that
old style,
and he
still had it!
I wish I knew then what I understand now!
What questions I'd ask Thomas!
To hear stories
that now I'll never hear.
Instead I started this evening's conversation with,
"Tom, how did you begin playing in a band?"
How lame! But that was the best I could do.
How would YOU talk with a god?
Here's what he told me (in my own words,
not his,
of course).
"
Well, I got together with a few kids. We barely
knew how to play, and we knew only one song.
So we practiced. And practiced. We played that
song over and over. We played it fast. We played
it slow. We played it loud. We played it soft.
We practiced it so much we'd never forget it."
Curious, I asked,
"Tom, what
was that song
you practiced so much?"
And he replied:
"WHAT? THAT WAS SO LONG AGO,
WHO COULD REMEMBER?"
Hmmmm, I said to myself, a good sense of humor.
I don't know how much of the story is true, but
it contains an important lesson.
So here's that Tip I promised you:
Whatever we practice, THAT'S
what we'll get better at.
Why am I talking about PRACTICING?
Simple. Whatever you want to get better at,
THAT's what you need to practice.
This lesson has helped me through the years
and I rely on it every day.
To enhance some
of my good habits and to stop reinforcing my
bad habits.
You do it too, I'll bet, whether you realize it
or not. So we all need to be thoughtful about
what we work on and how we do it.
It's not brain surgery. I'm sure we all know this.
It's just that shortcuts are tempting, so errors
always lurk around the corner.
Keeping that always in mind, I'm playing music
nearly every day. Helping people celebrate and
always practicing. Practicing.
Mostly at private events like weddings and parties.
And occasionally at public festivities somewhere
in the San Francisco Bay Area.
