Jazz trio math
Meanwhile, back at the gig: the piano player was taking his solo and was really taking it way out there, or as Hubby would later tell me, “past the property line.”
Hubby was having no trouble keeping track of where they were up to, but the bass player was having difficulty and looked at both men with the confused look that asks, “Where are we?”
The pianist nodded his head slowly, and as he hit a chord, helpfully said, “1.”
“Shit,” mumbled the bass player. “I was on 3.”
“I was on 4,” piped up Hubby, who can never resist an opportunity to make a joke.
“So what does that add up to?” the bassist retorted.
By that point, all three were laughing so hard that they just had to stop cold and start playing all over again.
Thank goodness it wasn’t a quartet…
