Another bass camp memory from approximately 35 years ago: While the rest of us stood on stage noodling around on our basses, one student walked over to the piano and began playing Survivor's "The Search Is Over."
I'd never disliked the song, but hearing someone else play a tune I couldn't play made me see it in a new light; suddenly, I saw it as a sensitively written ballad I just had to learn. I also thought but didn't say, "I know we're all just practicing whatever we want before the session begins, and no one said we couldn't play the piano, but isn't playing the piano against the spirit of what we should be doing? After all, this is bass camp."
I never did learn "The Search Is Over." Once I stepped off stage, my desire to play it waned. Decades later, I still think it's a decent ballad, though. I also think that momentary jealousy, even when it's not expressed out loud, isn't especially becoming.
