This has been bothering me for days. So I normally don't do the open mic thing anymore but my family all had the flu and I needed to get out of that germfest. The host was a drummer friend who I had done some for hire gigs with and he had a fusion guitarist and a bass player doing a blues jam so I figured, this should be interesting even though I am not the biggest fan of blues. I knew the bass player was Lucky Peterson's go to guy and I had seen him before but what happened when I got there was ridiculous. They didn't play blues. They played Oleo, dragon's gate, summertime, and 10 or so other fusion jazz and motown songs. This bass player was probably the best I have ever seen, and I have seen what I thought were the best of the best..He had tone, groove, and melodic notes like I have never seen. His solos were off the chain and not one slap or pluck through the night. And when he got off stage he came over said hello and was the most humble guy. His name was Mike Nunno. Following that sucked and I had always been thought of around the area as one of the decent players but this night I felt like a clown. I have been very humbled by this experience and it has really caused me to rethink my playing altogether. I had become complacent with my practice regiment (permutations, modes, soloing) which now gets my full attention. I will never judge another musician based on what they do with the band they play with because you may not know that a guy like Mike Nunno is one of the best bass players in the world otherwise.