I played a show one time and after it commenced, the engineer added reverb to everything which ruined the sound of everything to me. There are so many things that happen like that and one response is to make a list. I was with Mendelson Joe one time, thirty years ago on the street, before a world without cigarettes in airplanes, cinemas and close quarters was imaginable, and we walked into a bakery for take out coffee. A man was smoking and Joe asked him to put it out, the guy gave Joe the type of gaze challenging him to a duel and Joe reached into his pocket, he had premade cards that explained he was allergic to cigarette smoke and the person smoking was being insensitive…something like that. Outside the bakery he turned to me and said “did I do anything wrong Bob?” It’s tempting to make a list especially if you know certain annoyances repeat themselves. Arrive at a gig and tell the sound person don’t give me a straight stand, don’t make loud conversations during my set, don’t add reverb to the piano or my voice….or else try to drop giving a shit about complaining. Sometimes I think taking the harder route is more useful, dropping complaints would be much harder. Complaining is a one way ticket to hell. Even in the midst of an improvisation the mind finds places of boredom or disappointment and complains this isn’t good enough, how can I compensate? That’s hell right there. My kingdom for an inner mute button.