When I watch musicians perform, I am often loaded with shame for my own drabness, relief at my own drabness, or a quiet tolerance for myself.
For example, I am relieved I am not like these guys:
Then there are these folks, totally worth aspiring to be like:
Which of these do I want to emulate? The bass player. He’s just happy.
Other folks I’ve loved to watch again and again, even if their abilities are beyond me:
But I think I could do Billy Collins pretty well: