well, let me pass along one of my more surreal moments as a player...
many moons ago when I lived in Los Angeles, I gigged a bit and was a fixture in local music stores and in all the jams I could catch at BIT and in the neighborhood. one day I was at the Bass Centre and listened to the cat playing in the next room. he had my tone, my inflection, my attack, and he was playing all my licks!! completely flipped me out! turns out the guy had heard me play and dug my thing but it freaked me out so badly that I stopped playing licks and instead began to write them into pieces of tunes, figuring that I wold have to embellish on them and move beyond them to become a halfway decent player.
still hasn't happened, but I'm optimistic...!
from the lows,
Stew