You know how magicians are able to convince you that they've done a thing they really haven't done, while simultaneously doing a thing you haven't seen them do?
Yes. Well that's how I feel today; I've been asked to do an online gig. The samba band I played with in October think I can play piano a certain way after that magical night, and they haven't clocked that I basically bluffed and improvised my way through the entire set - just like I've been (expertly) bluffing everything I've ever played at.
The music was so difficult, so ingloriously tricky, that much of my act was describable by the phrase: 'holding one note down and reverting to the cowbell'.
So when it comes to recording, on video, my piano part, from the score... from actual music, written down! ... well, daunting isn't the half of it. That's like asking a magician to really vanish a woman.
Okay it's not quite like that, but you get the drift. I'm going to have to work quite hard to get it right, in isolation from the band, and unable to play by ear. Then someone's going to hear each excruciating note in a soundproof room and work out how to cut me out of the edit. And I told them! I told them I wasn't good enough.
And do you know the worst of it? I haven't even got a cowbell to use.
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