the devil at least knows hell's address for a fact, and so I've always kept in mind that some sports-media rich-fuck greed demon said "there are no mistakes on live TV."

Ashlee Simpson just entered the chat but let's go ahead and mute her so we can get to the point: there's no take 2 up there under the lights of a live show.

I've had a fair few vocal misfires onstage, but close counts with hand grenades, even your crotchety war-vet grandpa admits that.

occasionally doing it wrong means you do it a lot...guess who has the all-time NBA record for MISSED shots?

never watched? doesn't matter. name 3 professional basketball players, ya got him in there. 

so what makes you worth remembering isn't never missing--that's stupid, grow tf up--it's always being ready to shoot again.

the adaptation is the art.

[feedback] oop gotta hold the mic away from the--

so like there are very very very few rules in the band--one being please do not outdrink the team drunk during a gig--but an important one is NEVER STOP PLAYING unless someone is literally dying (once again fuck you as a performer and person Travis Scott).

so with that context if the worst thing that happens in my day is that I gotta repeat verse 1 again I'm having a damn good day.

if the worst thing that happens in my day is that I gotta repeat verse 1 again I'm having a damn. good. daaaaaay!

...um, if the worst thing...okay wait I remember: I am fluent in chaos.

I'm used to sht going sideways--I am, after all, a millennial--so when some unexpected thingy pops up we roll with it yaknow?

Improvisation is one of my highest stats both on and offstage, so we'll tape it together or prop it up with a chair or repeat verse 2 or somebody take a solo or I'll be de bop with the doop bop bee dop, ah fuck are these batteries dead?

rule #3: there should never be 30 seconds of dead air during a musical presentation (unless intended).

...whatever ya do, don't do that thing where you glare at a bandmate (and thereby alert the audience that something is amiss) or that other thing where um, you ju--st--dup--buh--that's SO AWKWARD BRO, noooo riff mf riff!

okay...aaaaand...we're...done? maybe 4 more? yeah, okay done.

hell yeah, just like we drew it up, approximately. please clap.

maybe that's how the song goes now...depends just how much applause we're talking about here.

ZiZi actually does not care for jazz by and large--well, she will argue strenuously that she does and start angrily firing off specific names but in real life you should see us try to pick an ambient playlist, "picky" ain't the word--and has significantly less esteem as a whole for punk rock as a genre.

disorder, dissonance, she simply cannot abide.

...and yet life chooses the playlist. yet the unexpected predictably transpires. yet we are a punk rock jazz band...or something.

see, the show--like revolution, like life--don’t stop for mistakes.

you compound your error by stopping.

no no no you keep the rhythm, guard it with all your presence, because the rhythm is motion and motion is survival.  

out here in the jungle if you stop, you freeze, you hesitate to act and you just might die where you stand.

how tf you gonna redo the present? by the time you think to do it, it's in the past. YOU'RE THINKING ABOUT IT TOO LONG THE FAILURE IS CALCIFYING

so whatever happens, ya play through it...look at the adjective: "play."

wait, I--

lookit, the point is we are not PERFECT we are INGENIOUS.

we are HUMAN.

this ain't AI, mf.

it's jazz, okay?

all power to The People.

--Flor!