To everything.
‘Please stab yourself repeatedly in the eye with this courgette’.
Apart from that.
Here’s an example: Cliff Richard calls you for an audition. You may be a massive Cliff fan, as I am *, so you’ll naturally say ‘Yes!’. But what if you’re such a massive fan that you’re scared to death of playing in front of Cliff and messing up. What if you’re not ready? Or, what if you’re not a fan of Cliff’s music?
Whatever your inclination, I’d advise you to say, ‘Yes!’
And then either you get the experience or you get a story.
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* I am actually a massive Cliff fan. I think he’s spot on when he says he’s the most radical man in rock. He could tell you all about the 2 i’s Coffee Bar and the birth of rock in the UK, The Shadows, he’s sold more singles than anyone AND he’s actually alive. He likes tennis. He can roller skate. I’m a HUGE fan. I like him the same way I like Lemmy. I can imagine them having a good old chinwag about early Rock ‘n’ Roll, getting completely ratted on three rum punches and talking about Nazi memorabilia.
Go, Angus! This calls for some solo trombone recording. Let’s make a track; it will be killer :)
having been wisely advised many times never to turn down a gig, when teignmouth jazz festival rang and asked me to do a solo gig, i was confused as to why they’d want an enthusiatsic amateur trombone player to do such a thing, but gulped and said ‘yes’. only after probably sensing the hesitation/bravery in my voice did the guy ask ‘you are mike outram aren’t you?’ cue sightly awkward moment and handing on of phone number
= pride for saying yes and relief for the mistake!