Improv, when it works, is like magic. It is a huge adrenaline rush to take the solo then realize that everyone is watching you expectantly and you have no idea what you are going to do until you do it. You are living 100% in the moment, absorbing what the other musicians are doing, blending it with your own domination of the music, and out pops something completely unique, that hopefully also speaks musically. Improv, when it doesn’t work, is the most humiliating thing in the world. You struggle along, trying to pull something out of your ass, and all you can think is, oh shit is that the tritone substitution ending or the other one and where the bleep is that G flat half-diminished in the third inversion? If I go at improv thinking it needs to be all pristine and perfect, like a Bach invention, I will never get over myself. If I just go out there and think, OK, I know this tune as well as I know it right now in this moment, and there are no do-overs so I just need to embrace my suckage. The events depicted in this comic happened pretty much as you see, and if you are a musician you might appreciate just what a profound statement Luke is making here.

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