As much as I am the neophyte, I have experience this sorta thing in my own way, albeit only brief split second moments when playing jazz. I experienced it more so when I used to do more Brazilian percussion when the music was much more "simple" but had a big crowd (the dancers) who really made the magic come together.If everything's right, the room and everything in it disappears, the bass disappears, and the actual manipulation of the bass isn't even a consideration. It's just about sound at that point. And those are the times when you might see me look at my watch after playing for ninety minutes, and look surprised, because it felt like about five. I love those times.
For me, when things come together, I feel like everything starts to levitate. The crowd, the band, the room... everything starts to float as if it's on an invisible groovy carpet ride. When I did the brazilian stuff, the ride would for about 10 minutes at a time. Just wow. When it comes to jazz soloing, I feel like that fledgling bird. My solos have a brief moment when I make it off the ground. Man, that's why I play and what I strive for. To make that feeling last as long as possible. To basically try to "take flight".
When playing with a master, they're sooo good at flying that they just sweep you up into the wake they leave behind. You can't help but take off with them.
Anyways, at this point in time, I'm just striving to be a team player. I feel like with jazz, it's like playing a pickup game of softball or baseball, except there are no opponents. If you get big ego-headed, then the game's a wreck. If you strive for teamwork, then you play your "position" and the game flows. Sometimes I feel like I start being a kid again and pretend I'm a famous player like Ray Brown or whatever. I'm just enjoying catching that grounder and throwing to second base and not trying to get all the runners out.
