@oren I don’t remember that exact conversation, but it’s advice I give in improv classes often. It’s just a fact of life that sometimes things swing one way, and sometimes the other. I can think of so many wonderful situations where I was the weakest player on the bandstand and was lifted by those more experienced. And of course, other situations where the paradigm was the same and the more experienced players were either blatantly or passive aggressively vibey and negative. When the roles are reversed, as long as the less experienced players are doing their best, given the choice I’d rather opt for the former.
When I find myself in that situation now, I try to be supportive both musically and personally. Musically, that means taking only as many chances as I think the other players can handle, exploring to discover their limits and gently prodding them to trust enough to play at the outer edge of their ability while giving them the feeling that if they get off balance, I’ll be there to center things the moment the balance is lost. This is what my more experienced role models have always done, and to me it’s the best possible outcome for that situation.
Not coincidentally, this is also what happens when playing in groups with my peers of equal experience. Just the other night I had a nice gig with the group that I consider the local “all star team” - Mike Hyman, Jacob Duncan, and Gabe Evens, great players I have played and recorded with for decades. What I love about them is that they are always pushing boundaries and going for something new. When you play this way, sometimes things inevitably spin out of control for a moment. When this happens, collectively everyone will pull back for a second and settle things to make sure everything is cool before launching off again into the unknown. It’s a social instinct that everyone in the band has developed over their entire careers.
An old friend and former collaborator once described this scenario nicely as Rosie the maid swooping in to clean up a mess from the old show “The Jetsons”: somebody makes a mess, and immediately Rosie swoops in, a little trap door in her middle opens, and two arms with a whisk broom and a dustpan pop out and clean up the mess. Rosie swoops back out and all is well. I’ve always liked that analogy. We all get to be Rosie sometimes.