A good practice last night. Everyone was in fine form. We didn't record anything as I forgot one of the mics.
The best part was during one of the faster tunes. I've been having trouble with it. I tend rush the last chorus, mostly because by that point I'm really into it and want to convey that excitement. Tonight for some reason I found myself staring at the drummer's high hat foot. I played the end perfectly; her left foot was connected to my right hand. She knew it too, and when I looked up after the last chord her grin was bigger than mine.
At this level you can't be living for the gigs as they're few and far between. It's these moments of musical connection that keep me going. Really, there's nothing like it.