Lucky I don’t usually clap in songs… this would just be another level of lurking social anxiety to deal with.

For them, you’re just entertainment, background noise, ignorable like all entertainment (checks iPhone) (laughs at iPhone. Fiddles and fingers iPhone. iPhone glows back).

Or, there’s a chance what you do on stage (improv, saxdance moves, unexpected return to relative minor or tonic) actually vibrates and connects with a jaded person in the audience, who stops to feel something and starts dancing.

Ok, that’s all pretty jaded too.

Scott, when was the last time you went to a non-jazz gig and checked out the audience? It’s like going to a pub. Phones, shouting, perving.

As long as some people* are moving, that’s all that matters. Everyone else: meh, they paid.

(Says he with no gigs for years )

* related note: I don’t trust gigs with 1. too many blokes standing around (as opposed to a mixed crowd) 2. no bodies moving or dancing.

We must hit up a gig soon. I need to see in person how much your degenerative disease has taken hold!

Heading over to your blog now though for a bit of astroturfing.